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HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


Dungeon Rock is as yet only half known. More 
than two hundred years ago,” when first the foot of 
civilization pressed the unturned sod of New England’s 
rock-bound soil, a man, past the prime of life, having 
lost his place in England, determined on seeking a new 
name in a new country. Accordingly, he embarked 
with his only earthly treasures, his wife and the family 
coat of arms, and, after a dangerous voyage, reached 
Plymouth Rock, only to encounter more dangers. And 
there, in that lonely home, away from all that makes 
life desirable to childhood, did tlie little William first 
see the light of day, and began the battle of living with- 
out love. None but those who have experienced it 
can tell how deep and terrible is the sternness of a dis- 
ap})ointed man. 

Ben Wallace — for this was the adventurer’s name — 
had accpiired a morbid hate for everything bright and 
beautiful, and lived, like most of New England's early 
settlers, for the stern realities of life, ex|)ecting nothing 
but hardships, and therefore seeking nothing. No won- 
der, then, that the aristocratic blood of English ances- 
try, coursing through the child's veins, rose against the 
injustice of being a dependent where he should have 
been a pride ; and, even in his baby days, when the 


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HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK, 


garden was liis play-ground, the unrooted stumps his 
rocking-horses, and the strips of painted basket mate- 
rial, which he now and then received from the Indian 
children in the neighborhood, represented to his child- 
ish gaze the fla^s and banners of ancient heraldy, wdiich 
his mother pointed out to him upon the coat of arms, 
— even then he defied his father’s commands, and turn- 
ed from his stern reproofs to whisper the childish long- 
ings of his own heart to the birds and the dancing 
stream. I hate it,” he said passionately, when he 
had arrived at the age of fourteen ; hate the strong 
fence that keeps me from finding other people’s homes I 
I hate to be confined to work that I detest, just for the 
sake of getting food from day to day. I will not do it. 
The wwld shall know' that William Wallace w'as not 
born for no pur])ose. I will help some one, if it is 
savages and wdid beasts.” 

Thus spoke the strijding in his lonely home. For six 
long years did he cherish that one bright thought. It 
W'as all the hope he had to stimulate him when labor 
was his only portion, and life w'as scarcely worth the 
danger of preserving it. At last he refused to bear it 
any longer, and, one pleasant night in early spring, he 
dressed himself as near like a native as he could, gath- 
ered his owm clothes into as small a compass as possi- 
ble, sprang lightly over the garden fence, ai d care- 
fully threaded his way through the almost ^pathless 
wood to the nearest Indian camp. From there it w^as 
an easy task to go fui’ther, and he soon began his ])lans 
for himself. These w'ere, to get as far from Plymouth 


HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK, 


7 


as he dared, and still be somewhere in the region of 
civilization. It was before the foundery was started 
in Saugus, when only a few stalwart men were dis- 
cussing the probability of extensive mines in that di- 
rection. But Wallace liked the sea-shore ; so he built 
him a residence miles and miles away from any human 
habitation, determined to assist the first suffering crea- 
ture that came within his reach. Custom soon came. 
Little clubs of meii often rej)aired some worn-out 
canoe, left by the Indians upon the sand, and em- 
barked in it upon the dashing billows to try their. luck 
in procuring fish for food. Almost invariably there 
would some mishap befall them ; and every night the 
bold young Wallace went to rest with a proud and 
happy smile curving his delicate li})s, and a feeling of 
true unselfish generositv nestling in his heart. He 
was happy in his honest calling, and wished for no 
greater reward than what he received from the na- 
tives, and the rough but kind-hearted settlers. 

For a short time he lived thus, and his whole soul was 
in his work. But a change came at last. One fearful 
stormy night, when the waves rolled far up on the 
dark sand, and the rain and the wind chanted their 
wild music, he heard a low moan, instantly followed 
by a loud cry of agony, and quick calls for help. 

He was used to scenes of danger, and, merely sup- 
posing that another frail boat had consigned its pre- 
cious charge to the watery god, and that moi’e human 
beings were in need of help, he arose, unbarred the 
low door, and bade the strangers welcome. 


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HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


Before they entered the house its inmates — consist- 
ing of a young Scotchman, his fair, pleasant-looking 
English wife, and their daughter, whose years had 
Jbeen spent in luxury until now that ten summers had 
passed above her head, her beautious home had gone, 
and she too was destined to a life of labor — were all 
astir, and the wa-in fire lighted in the heavy grate. 

A tall, well-formed man first entered the room, with 
a thick frock of shag enveloping his person, confined 
at the waist by a broad belt, into which was thrust an 
unsheathed dirk-knife, and a short sword hung sus- 
pended by his side. His hat was dripping with wa- 
ter, and his broad shoulders and powerfully-built frame 
made him look, in his uni(|ue costume, like a repre- 
sentation of Hercules ; while his black hair and eyes 
and burlesque manner and motions, gave him the ap- 
pearance of what he really was, a pirate and a plun- 
derer. 

‘^Give us the most comfortable place in the house,” 
he said, wit^ a careless glance around. If it had 
not been for this accursed storm, and the woman 
aboard, we should not have been obliged to come at 
all.” And he strode out again into the darkness, fol- 
lowed by Jamie Burns, the Scotch emigrant, who was 
resting there until he could find a home for himself 
Alice,” said the mother, nervously, as she saw 
the child walk firmly to the open door, “ do keep 
away all you can. If we are all to be murdered, we 
might as well be cautious about it, as to run into 
danger with our eyes wide open ;” and, turning from 


HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK, 


9 


the beating rain, she drew the rough oaken chair to 
the fire, and arranged a fleecy lamb’s-wool blanket, 
which she had brought from home, about its comfort- 
able cushions. 

They soon returned. Veale, the first comer, bore 
a slight girlish form in his arms, enveloped in satin and 
ermine ; her fair pale face forming a strange contrast 
with the deep crimson hood which fell back from her 
high white brow, revealing the sunny-hued curls 
which huno- over her rich dress. 

There were four other men, in the same dress, and 
having the same general appearance as the first ; and, 
from the noise outside, Wallace concluded there were 
several more to come. 

The meh took very little notice of each other, and 
the lady was beginning to revive under the kindly 
care of Mrs. Burns, when the voices again approached 
the door, and, after a short consultation there, three 
kept on across the beach, and another entered the 
house. 

This last was called Harris, by the lady and the 
men within, who seemed to look up to him as their 
captain, or, rather, their leader. He appeared the 
youngest of them all ; but there was a lofty look of 
daring in his dark hazel eyes, and an unfaltering de- 
termination in his small mouth, that seemed to quell 
effch motion of familiarity. He looked kindly at the 
little group huddled around the fire, and gazing so 
suspiciously at his band of followers. He was rather 
tall, but very slightly formed, and his dark green 


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HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK, 


frock and crimson sash set off his wild beauty to pe- 
culiar advantage. 

‘‘Is it far to where you are going, lady?” said 
Alice, timidly. 

The pale face lighted up a moment with pleasure, 
and, as she turned toward the child, and laid her white 
dimpled hand on Alice’s brown hair, she looked quite 
like a living being. I do not know, little one,” she 
answered; “I never was this way before. I wish I 
did know where we are,” she continued, sadly, with 
a wistful glance at the half-closed door. 

“ It is only a little way from here,” said Harris, 
soothingly; see, the moon is coming out already, and 
we shall soon be on our way.” And taking a small 
compass from his pocket, he adjusted it in the window 
frame, as if to shape the course he should take when 
he left. “ Go and unfasten the boat,” he said, per- 
emptorily, to one of the men, and bring up my 
mantle for your mistress. Quick, man,” he added, 
as the man hesitated ; are you afraid of the moon- 
shine ? ” and, impatiently opening the rough door, he 
gazed upon the hurrying clouds and the straggling 
moonbeams, that half lighted the broken rocks near 
the dwelling. 

The man returned from the water with a large, 
heavily-embroidered mantle, the deep gold-tipped 
fringe almost sweeping the floor as he threw it over 
his shoulders to see if it was uninjured. At last they 
left, just as the gray dawn was breaking. Veale, who 
seemed to be chief assistant, gave a signal, and the 


HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


II 


four men marched rapidly down to the water. Harris 
threw a purse of gold upon the table, and followed 
Veale, who bore the lady from the house wrapped in 
the rich mantle. 

Wallace looked after them with a dubious, thought- 
ful look clouding his honest brow. It was long be- 
fore he heard again from the mysterious visitors, but 
he kept a more vigilent watch for passing vessels, and 
answered more readily to unexpected calls than before. 

At last they came again. It was night, as before ; 
the pale full moon was shedding its pure radiance over 
the sleeping earth. He was not startled this time. He 
was alone in the house, and three heavy knocks were 
heard upon the outer door. They soon entered the 
house. Four strong, dark-looking men, bearing a 
huge box that seemed heavy with something more 
than its own weight, or the strong irons that bound it, 
and, as it reached the floor, a dull ring from the inside 
told a strange tale of darkness. But the men spoke 
not, except in monosyllables, and Wallace forebore* 
to question them. 

As soon as they had found a place for the box, they 
left, and, after being gone some time, returned with 
another, corresponding in size with the first, but ap- 
parently lighter and less firmly secured. As thev 
})laced it upon the floor the spring (for there were few 
locks in those days) flew open, revealing rich dark 
silks, with heavy gold lace trimmings, small wrought 
cases of ebony or ivory, and beautiful ornaments of 
all kinds. They appeared to be not in the least dis- 


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concerted, but closed the box again witli a loud noise, 
just as Harris entered with a stranger clad in Spanish 
citizen’s dress. There was a striking contrast in their 
looks, as Harris raised the elegant bandit cap from his 
high, white brow, and passed his delicate fingers 
through the short, clustering curls, and the stranger 
flung his heavy slouched hat upon the floor beside 
him, and stroked his thick, black moustachios with his 
sun-browned hand. 

‘‘We must arrange this matter as quick as practi- 
cable,” said Harris, in an undertone, apparently con- 
tinuing their former conversation. “ If you have any 
papers of consequence, I shall expect you to give them 
up. You can take a small tract of land somewhere 
near here, or when we go back to the continent you 
can return ; but you will be obliged to keep it con- 
stantly in your mind that dead men tell no tales, and 
living ones are not allowed to ; do you understand ? ” 
and the youthful leader of that strong band looked 
fearlessly upon the dark face beside him. 

A low mutter of dissatisfaction escaped the swarthy 
Spaniard as he said, “■ I want none of your bribes ; I 
want my honest pay.” 

“ Ah ! and how much ? ” said Harris, carelessly. 

“ Four thousand roubles, which will just pay my 
forfeiture, and let me back to mj^ own country,” was 
the gloomy reply. 

A quick look of intelligent forethought passed over 
Harris’ face, but he only replied, calmly, “ You shall 
have it ; ” then, turning from the warm fire, he com- 


HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK, 


13 


menced an animated conversation with Wallace con- 
cerning his position and its profits. 

“ Where are your men ? ” suddenly exclaimed the 
stranger, rising from his seat, and drawing the heavy 
folds of his Spanish cloak more closely about his short 
figure. 

“ They have gone up the river in the boat, and 
will soon return,” replied Harris. 

“ Do you reside near here ? ” asked Wallace. 

Harris laughed. Our traffic is such that it re- 
quires us to be constantly on the wing, and we have 
chosen this as our stopping place,” he answered. 

Wallace did not notice the reply; he was looking 
thoughtfully at the heavy chests, and wondering what 
they contained. Harris saw it ; he knew that suspi- 
cion was worse than a knowledge ; so carelessly con- 
tinuing the conversation, he said, “We have a great 
deal of merchandise to transport, and such cases as 
these are very useful. This,” he said, pushing the 
spring to one of them, “ contains clothing for my wife, 
Lady Morrillo, which is my native name.” 

“But these are Spanish goods, I take it, said 
Wallace, with an earnest look at the nicely- packed 
box.” 

“ They are,” was the reply; they come from the 
capital. I had an opportunity to procure them easily ; 
and, besides, I like the Spanish costume for a lady ; 
especially when travelling. See,” he continued, rais- 
ing a delicate jewel case, and turning the flashing dia- 
monds to the light, “ this is of native Spanish work- 


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HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


mansliip, and there is more beauty than durability to 
it, I expect.” 

‘‘ Yes,” said the stranger, rousing himself from the 
drowsy sleep into which he had fallen, “ yes, that 
came from the queen’s boudoir. I tried hard to save 
them, but it was no use ; the robbers were too strong 
for us.” And with a heavy sigh the man leaned his 
head against the back of his large chair and appeared 
to sleep. 

A dark thought flashed across Wallace’s mind, but 
Harris laughed so unconcernedly, and handled the 
brilliant ornaments with such natural, careless ease, 
that he forgot his suspicions in their beguiling talk. 

Why do you have the chests made so strong ? ” 
Wallace asked, after awhile. 

O, we need it,” he replied, lifting them in and 
out the boats ; and sometimes we have articles of 
value to carry. Now, that case has all our most im- 
portant papers in it. So it is necessrry that it should 
be made strong.” 

‘‘ Yes,” said the stranger, again, with more energy 
than before, “ the papers and all that money belong to 
the Spanish government. It was an infernal mean 
scheme letting those banditti into the banquet, but 
little Cristelle was wdlful, and fancied their handsome 
clothes covered honest hearts.” 

“Come, Don Jose,” said Harris, gayly, “do try to 
wake your sleepy ideas before you talk any more. I 
presume,” he added, turning to Wallace, and noting 
the dark foreboding that again crossed his brow, 


HIS TOR Y OF DUNGEON ROCK, 1 5 

‘‘ tliat he refers to some valuable pieces of plate in our 
possession. You remember when the last rebellion 
took place the capital was said to have been robbed. 
At that time the insurgents placed some of their spoils 
in trust in our liands, and we still retain them. Don 
Jose is confused tonight ; what with the sea-sickness, 
and the change from cold to warm air, he is nearly 
insensible,” and he laughed a careless, merry laugh, 
at the same time casting a look of stern, contemptu- 
ous reproof upon tlie cowering Spaniard. 

At this stage of affairs the sound of heavy voices, 
and the tramp of measured steps, told that the men 
had returned. Don Jose sprang from his seat with 
a quick, nervous motion, drew his hat over his 
dark, flashing eyes, and waited impatiently for fur- 
ther motions. Wallace opened the door; and, as he 
supposed, the same four men that brought the boxes 
entered to remove them. He was deceived, however, 
by their dress ; the whole band, consisting of between 
thirty and forty members, dressing alike, excepting 
the five leaders and Harris, who, although he had not 
yet reached the twenty-second year of his age, was 
universally acknowledged as leader of the whole ; his 
father having held that place until his death, which 
occurred two years before. 

And now the tangled thread of our history leads us 
back, three long and changing years, to a small thatch- 
ed cottage in Italy, where all day long the air is heavy 
with perfume, and the sun goes down at eventide in 
a sea of purple, and crimson, and gold. 


i6 HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 

‘‘Mother, you do wrong to judge Morrillo s^) harsh- 
ly,” said a low, sweet voice, one mid-summer night. 
“ True, he wears the bandit frock and cap, but I know 
they hide a noble head, and shield a generous heart. 
Besides, he is so young now tliat his father’s will is 
the only law he knows ; he never had a mother to 
tell him how to live.” And the voice was low and 
sad, and the slight form of Arabel Ortono glided away 
from the drooping vine she was trailing, and sought 
her favorite retreat in the shaded veranda. 

Her mother soon sought her there, and paused a 
moment in the low, arched doorway to contemplate 
the picture before her. Arabel w^as kneeling in a 
shaded niche, her fair young face flushing and paling 
alternately, her long golden-brown curls sweeping 
over the closely fitting spencer of darkest hue, and her 
eyes raised to catch the brightest moonbeams as they 
struggled through the thick vines. 

“ Well, Arabel,” said the mother, at last, interrupt- 
ing the girl’s reverie, “ you have argued the young 
pirate’s cause pretty faithfully ; now let me hear you 
protect your own. Tell me how and why you first 
became interested in those most lawless of all unlaw- 
ful men, and I will try to be reasonable with your 
wild fancies.” 

Proudly the young Venetian rose from her lowly 
place and stood beside her mother. “ Almost,” said 
the mother, playfully measuring the girl’s height with 
her eye, “ almost as tall as I.” 

“ Yes, mother,” answered the girl.“ I am at least 


HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


17 


large enough to know how to talk reasonably,” and a 
light, scornful smile flitted over the fair, pale face. 

The mother noticed it, but only answering, calmly, 
“ I am ready now,” she seated herself upon the long 
rustic bench and prepared to listen. 

‘‘ Fourteen years ago today,” Arabel commenced, 
in a low, hurried voice, my father died, and left you 
with three small children, myself the youngest, and 
for that reason most fondly cherished. ‘ You must 
teach them how to live, Clarette,’ I heard him say, 
one bright, moonlit evening, when you was weeping 
by his bedside in our palace home, and we were nes- 
tled on the low divan in the deep windows, trembling 
and terrifled. I remember every incident of the dark 
and dreadful days that followed, as well as though it 
were but yesterday. The heavy pall, with its silver 
trimmings, the jet-black horses, and the dark and sol- 
emn hearse. Then our house was barricaded, and 
even you, mother, will not dare to say that the noble 
band of Morrillo’s followers did not help us more than 
all the Venetian police. I saw them then on that 
fearful daj^ and I honored the bandit badge which 
bound them to each other. It is to them we owe all 
we have here to remind us of our former home ; and 
even if they have in their possession the most valua- 
ble of our family treasures, it is better so than that 
our enemies should have them, is it not ? ” and the girl 
paused and looked calmly into her mother’s eyes. 

“Yes, Arabel,” was the half-stifled reply. “It is 
time that you should know what *1 never dared tell 


1 8 HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 

you before, even though it fixes you more firmly in 
the purpose I am trying to change. It is to tlie gray- 
haired Morrillo tliat we owe pur present home. All 
you have ever known of your father is only what 
your own childish heart taught you to remember. But 
there is more for you to know, and you must know it. 
Signor Ortono was a friend to the Venetian Emperor 
at the time when his enemies were most numerous. 
When our house was barricaded, at the time you re- 
member, was when the opposing party made their 
grand attack, and impoverished all the families that 
did not lend them aid. Ours of course must have 
yielded an easy prey, had it not been for the kindly 
interference of the pirate robbers, who, though they 
took a great deal that rightfully belonged to us, left 
us enough to procure a home and live comfortably. 
And this was fourteen years ago, when you had 
reached the third year of your sunny life. Ever since 
then I have heard from them occasionally, and now 
— O, bitter fate ! — that my youngest, and, as it 
were, my only child, should so forget the high estate 
of her birth as to look with favor on the robber’s 
child ! ” And the mother ceased speaking, but the 
scornful tones of her voice still rung in the girl’s ears. 

But you have not heard half of my story yet,” 
she said, softly, crushing back her rebellious thoughts. 
‘‘ Ten years ago, when first my sisters went away from 
their own home, to the vineyard in Orton village, one 
of the same band that helped us in our trouble gave 
Uncle Fay a silver salver, with our family crest upon 


HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


19 


it, because Luella had not turned from her purpose 
when she was trying to reinstate herself in the family 
name. And, last of all, just one short year ago, Mor- 
rillo came here in a pelting storm, and claimed a home 
for a few hours. We knew him well, but he had 
entirely forgotten us. He feigned no surprise, how- 
ever, when you recalled those distant, painful days, 
but restored with seeming pleasure all these memen- 
toes of the city home. You know, if we had the most 
costly articles here, they would be immediately taken 
from us. He gave us even more than we can keep 
in safety, and for all these kindnesses I am very grate- 
ful.” And a slight blush deepened on the girl’s 
cheek as she ceased speaking. 

So it is only gratitude, eh ! that calls my Bel so 
often down to the sparkling waters of the gulf in the 
moonlight ? ” said the mother, with the same unrec- 
onciled sadness in her voice. 

“ I care not that you should know it, mother,” was 
the reply. ‘‘ I have never yet tried to hide anything 
from you. I am proud to acknowledge the acquain- 
tance of one so noble as Claud Morrillo. It is to meet 
him that I wander down the beach when T know the 
boats are coming in.” And, with a look of forced 
carelessness, the young Italian kissed her mother a 
good-night, and went to rest with a heavy weight on 
her proud heart, where a happy hope had late found 
birth. 

Years pass very rapidly when every day brings its 
own task and leaves no time for idleness ; and now, 


20 ms TOR Y OF DUNGEON ROCK. 

almost before we are aware of it, the luscious autumn 
is gone, winter withdraws his fleecy mantle, and the 
spring is growing old. Again the cottage home is 
hushed and still ; the blinds are closed, and no sign or 
sound of life comes from the silent interior. The gray 
morning sky is tinted with gorgeous clouds, that grad- 
ually deepen toward the east, where they are burst- 
ing into one steady glow of crimson beauty. In the 
little room, that has so long been Arabel's, the same 
slight form is resting, and the same low voice breathed 
out the last night’s prayer. But a change has passed 
over her still life, — a change that is felt, but only half 
realized. 

“ Dead, dead ! ” she moaned, faintl3^ in her uneasy 
slumbers ; and in the hall below two forms are faintly 
discernible in the darkened gloom. They are the 
two older sisters, Cristabel and Luella, who have re- 
turned from the vineyard to watch over their mother's 
sickness, and attend to the last sad rites of her burial, 
for she was indeed dead, dead. 

“It is very hard to have death steal so dear a mother, 
is it not Lu?” said Arabel, with childish trust, for 
grief had made her alike powerless to think or act. 

“ No, not hard,” was the calm reply, “ for it was 
our Father’s will. Mother was not used to such a 
life. It would be selfish in you to wish her back 
again. You can go to the vineyard with us tomorrow, 
and then you will soon learn to be your own mother,” 
and Luella turned away. 

“ O, not tomorrow ! ” sobbed Arabel, convulsively. 


HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


21 


You will not go tomorrow, Christa ? ” and ' she 
looked tearfully upon her other sister. 

Well, and if you stay another day, will you be any 
more willing to go ? ” said the straightforward Chris- 
tabel. 

Arabel pressed both hands upon her brow, as 
though she would concentrate her scattered thoughts, 
and said mournfully, “ If you will let me stay until 
Friday night, I will go anywhere.” 

‘‘ Have you no reason for wishing to remain except 
your own fancy?” asked Luella, gently. 

“ I don’t know,” was the sad reply ; it may be 
fancy, but I do want to stay.” 

‘Wery well, then,” said Christa, "‘we will do as 
you say ; ” and so the matter was settled. 

Friday night came at last. The furniture was all 
packed or disposed of. It was arranged that they 
should leave early next morning, and Arabel wan- 
dered out alone, to take, as she said, a last farewell of 
the pleasant gulf of Venice, but in reality to meet 
Claud again, and tell him her grief, and the new home 
to which she was going. A long, graceful boat came 
bounding over the water, and the pale, blue light in 
the stern distinguished it from every other sailer. 
Soon its keel ran far upon the sand, and a tall, hand- 
some form sprang out, and, giving a few orders to the 
rowers, told them when to return for him, then 
walked on, leaving them to ])ut back. Three times 
did he and Arabel meet and pass each other, and 
every time a look of recognition passed between them. 


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HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


but there were laws to govern all their actions, which 
they both knew, to prevent deception. Then, the 
hours passed all to quickly for their busy tongues, for 
there had been many changes since they met before. 

‘‘ We will not talk so mournfully any more, Bel. 
You have been more favored than I, for you have had 
a mother to love you,” said the youth, pleasantly. 

And you than I, for you have had a father to di- 
rect,” was the sad re])ly. For it was Claud’s task 
now to comfort the petted child. 

The next day the sisters sold the cottage and left 
for Orton Village vineyard. I know not how we 
shall like each other,” Luella said ; and as an instance 
of the dissimilarities in tlieir characters, we have but 
to look at the way they speak of their mother’s 
death. 

‘^She is dead, Claud ; my own dear mother is dead,” 
Arabel said, convulsively, stifling her sobs. O, I 
can’t be proud now, for she is dead ! ” And, resting 
her head on his shoulder, she wept her grief away. 

Christabel comes next. She was writing to a friend 
of hers, a vintner, whose place joined Ortonville. “My 
mother is not living,” she wrote, calmly, “ and, for 
the futurti, my home will be just where I chance to 
stay.” 

“Just two .short nights ago,” so s])oke Luella’s 
diary, “our only surviving parent went home to the 
Father who gave her life ; her pale hands clasping 
the silver cruciflx to her still heart, and her last faint 
breath used to speak to her dearest earthly treasures. 


HISTOR y OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


23 


‘ You must be Arabel’s mother, Luella, and perform 
your own life-task well,’ was her only counsel to me. 
To Christa she said still less, doubtless knowing that 
she had her father’s strong intellect and thorough 
knowledge of human nature. Arabel was her prin- 
ci})al thought, and no wonder, either, she is so young 
and inexperienced. I wish I could remember half 
that I have heard her say. I wonder why she said 
so many times, ‘ if you would esca})e a life of unhap- 
piness, remember what I say, and never, never wed 
an infidel.’ ” 

But we are making a short story too long. Suffice 
it to say that the girls soon learned to take each her 
own place at the vineyard, and direct the laborers at 
their work with quiet ease. 

‘‘ It is not often that we meet now, Claud says,” 
murmured Arabel, after being six months in the vine- 
yard ; but 1 know he likes his wild home better than 
this, and surely I do, it is so very ])leasant to have no 
confinement to certain hours of labor. Tonight I am 
going again to the fortress — joy ! joy ! ” And she 
went fearlessly as the wild bird to its mountain nest, 
trustingly as the lamb to the shepherd’s fold. 

Claud was walking on the battlements, with his 
eyes fixed upon the ground. Arabel ascended the 
steps and commenced the promenade. Four times 
they met and passed each other ; then, trembling with 
a strange apprehension, she ap])roached and laid her 
white hand on his arm. He started as though just 
awakened from a dream. 


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HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


Is it you, Bel ? ” he said, and pressed a kiss on 
her pallid brow, then led her out from the deep shadow 
to where they could see the moonlight resting on the 
waves. 

Claud, I am afraid of you,” Arabel said, soberly. 
“ What makes your hand tremble, and your cheek so 
pale ?” and she looked earnestly into his face. 

‘‘ Poor child ! ” said Claud, sadly. Arabel heard 
it, and answered quickly, 

“ O, Claud, I am not a child ! I can bear to know 
anything. See how strong I am ! ” and she drew her 
hand from his arm and stood before him. 

Claud smiled, sadly and said, ‘‘ We are twins in 
sorrow now ; both alone, Bel ! ” 

Slowly the blood left her face, and her hands 
clasped nervously together. “ Tell me what you 
mean, Claud,” she said, as she only half understood 
him ; tell me if you have no father ! ” 

‘‘It is even so,” was the reply. “ My father died 
since noon today, and now his form is resting in the 
hall, where the soft light is gleaming out. Come, we 
will go and see. how calm he looks in his majestic re- 
pose ; ” and, without waiting for a reply, he drew her 
in through the heavily-wrought curtains to the large, 
dimly-illumined apartment, where rested a metal 
burial-case which contained all that was earthly of 
the gray-haired chief, known as Morrillo, the bandit’s 
pride, there in the gloomy fortress, and as Claudius 
Etheredge in the brilliant Roman home. But none 
who met him at the brave display of chivalry, or in 


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25 


the more courtly l^alls of etiquette, dreamed their 
haughty yet affable host was the famous Morrillo, 
whom they feared and dreaded. 

“ He was my own dear friend,” Arabel said, in a 
low voice. ‘‘How will you bury him ?” she added, 
quickly, thinking of her own parents. - 

A mournful smile lighted Claud’s beautiful face for a 
moment as he replied, ‘"Tonight the carriage will come 
from Etheredge Hall, and tomorrow he will be buried in 
state from our royal home. I shall be chief mourner, sole 
mourner as to that part, except a few fawning relatives, 
who know nothing of the dead, except that he is re- 
puted to leave a princely fortune ; ’’and a darkly bitter 
smile crossed the young Italian’s face. “ I hate such 
detestable hypocrasy,” he said, “ but my father always 
had it to bear, and I must take his place in everything. 
So help me, father ! ” and he bowed his head, and 
laid his hand on the cold, damp brow. 

Arabel was startled, alarmed, terrified, at his 
strange words. “ How can he go to Etheredge Hall ? ” 
she said, “ Lord Etheredge is away, and poes not ex- 
pect to return for thirty days, at least.” 

“ How know you ? ” exclaimed Claud, earnestly. 

“ My Uncle Fay Ortono, who married Lady Emelie 
Etheredge, half sister to the noble lord,” was the 
reply. 

“ Then they are not your relatives,” he said. “But 
tell me, Bel, if you can keep a secret.” 

She nodded, silently and wonderingly. 

“ What is my name ? ” he asked. 


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HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


‘‘ Claud Morrillo,’’ said Arab'el, proudly. 

Claud smiled sadly, and said, ‘‘ Yes, to you I am ; 
but I have two names. Now, mind what I say, 
Arabel,” he said, sternly grasping her arm ; my father 
and Lord Etheredge are one and the same person, and 
I am now to take his title, and be Lord Etheredge in his 
stead. But, by the acquaintance we have had with 
each other, Arabel Ortono, and by the remembrance 
of our many meetings here, I warn you to tell no one 
of what I have said tonight.’’ 

Then tearfully they parted, that warm, soft night; 
Arabel to weep until slumber closed her weary lids, and 
brought gay visions of future happiness ; Claud to return 
to the fortress, arrange his father’s business,, snatch a 
single hour of deep, unrefreshing repose, and, as the bell 
on the high tower rung out the mystic midnight hour of 
twelve, to see his father’s form placed in his own private 
carriage and whirl rapidly away, drawn by his own 
splendidly caparisoned horses. 

As morning dawned, Claud left the fortress in the care 
of the banditti, and went in a disguised conveyance to 
his home in Rome, and spent half the hours of that 
long day in pacing up and down the gorgeous rooms. 
Friends called, but he steadily refused himself to them ; 
relatives arrived, but he kept from them in scorn. At 
last another guest was announced. It was Fay Ortono, 
Lady Emelie and Luella having accompanied him to the 
burial. Deeply and truly did they sympathize with 
the young lord, and he appreciated their disinterested- 
ness ; for were they not Arabel’s nearest friends ; and 


HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


27 


might he not, through them, become better acquainted 
with her ? 

At sunset, that night. Lord Etheredge was buried. 
Waxen tapers were lit in the damp tomb, and heavy, 
mellow-toned bells tolled out the last requiem of depart- 
ed worth. 

“ He is not an infidel ! ” murmured Arabel, joyfully. 
“ Mother in heaven ! Claud is good ; for he believes, 
and the monks have said mass for him.” 

Another half-year went by with magic rapidity. 
Again came the luscious harvest-time, and again the 
girls were needed more than ever at the vineyard, 
when death came again ; and this time, 0 terror. 
Uncle Fay was called. The girls worked nobly, so said 
Lady Emelie ; they should be rewarded for it, and so 
they were ; but when winter came, they could stay no 
longer, and, by Claud’s invitation, they went together 
to the fortress, and determined to make it, for a short 
time, their home. There was but one female there at 
the time, and she was the most silent of her famously 
loquacious sex. The girls lived very pleasantly together, 
sometimes for whole weeks seeing ho one besides them- 
selves, and again having company every day, when 
C^aud was about. But all this time Luella was fading. 
Her breath came quick and painful, her pale cheeks 
wore a bright flush, and her firm step faltered. Claud 
was first to make the sad discovery. He had been 
away on a cruise, and, upon his return, had taken the 
fortress for his home once more. 

You shall have all the physicians in Venice,” said 


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HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


the silent housekeeper, as she saw how sick the girl was 
growing, ‘‘ and the best nurse in all Italy, rather than 
die so young.” 

But it all availed nothing ; she was dying. Aunt 
Emelie rode over in her own beautiful carriage to take 
her back to the vineyard, but she did not go. All 
the long winter she looked from the high, arched win- 
dows, and when the warm spring air stole in through 
the rich, soft curtains, the light reburned in her eyes, 
and she felt her strength returning. Then they thought 
she would soon be well, and even she herself was for a 
short time deceived. 

But another subject was now uppermost in their 
minds. Christa was to leave them for the vinter’s 
home. She was married in the dim old cathedral, and 
a long train of attendants swept gaily out, for it was 
grand to be married beneath the roof-tree of the young 
Lord Etheredge, no one but Arabel knowing that the 
fortress was the bandit’s hiding-place, and she, like a 
discreet girl, kept her own counsel, and allowed them 
all to live in blissful ignorance. 

Then Arabel was wedded, too, with lilies in her 
jeweled bouquet-holder, and knots bf pearls in her long 
golden brown curls ; with a long embroidered veil 
floating round her slight form, and her heavy blonde 
sleeves caught up with pearls upon the shoulders of her 
satin spencer. Luella kissed her tenderly, as a mother 
would a happy child, then passed her hands over her 
smooth, dancing curls, and smiled to see them roll up 
again. 


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29 


I know I look pretty, Lu,” Arabel said ; for when 
we stood together by the statues, just now, Claud said, 
Luella was a perfect representation of pride perfectly 
subdued ; but Bel was a Diana when moving, and a 
Madonna when still.” 

Luella only smiled at her sister’s words. She knew 
Arabel was not vain, and she had no fears for the future 
when her easy-cbair was placed in the large cathedral 
to witness the brilliant bi idal. “ Have I no sister 
now ? ” she asked, half sadly, half playfully, as Arabel 
danced by her, all radiant in her glorious beauty.” 

“ Certainly,” answered a manly voice beside her ; 

she does not love the old friend less, but loves the new 
one more.” 

Luella turned quickly, and met a pair of searching 
blue eyes fixed upon her beautiful face. “ I beg par- 
don, lady,” said the man, in a slightly confused tone, 
“I thought I was a stranger here, but I believe we have 
met before.” 

It may be,” said Luella, thoughtfully ; your voice 
is familiar, but your looks I have forgotten. Then sud- 
denly remembering herself, she added, “ Were you ever 
at Orton Village vineyard ? ” 

The puzzled look left his face, as he replied, So we 
are not entirely unacquainted. May I ask how you 
succeeded in the work you was engaged in when we last 
met?” 

‘‘ Very well,” was her reply ; “ even better than I 
expected.” 

“ Then you are Lady Ortono ? ” he persisted. 


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‘‘Yes; that is, I am recorded so. But I choose to 
be called by my own simple name. I am only unwilling 
to believe that might makes right.”, 

“ You do not mean to say it was from entirely disin- 
terested motives that you strove so hard for the name 
of Ortono ? ” said the stranger, wonderingly. “ You 
had the property restored, had you not ? ” 

“No, Mons. Jerold,” she replied; “I have no 
wealth, no honor, no family. I honor you and your 
band, for your steady attachment to each other. I could 
wish that the business you follow was more lawful, and 
the firmness you evince was in a better cause. Adieu, 
Mons. Jerold ; ” and, with a pleasant smile, and a grace- 
ful wave of her thin, white hand, she glided away, leav- 
ing the bandit captain laughing at his own inquisitive- 
ness, and vexed that he could not be an equal with the 
fair girl, who had only her own native pride to support 
the high position she had taken. 

All those long, warm, days, Luella had been linger- 
ing like a spirit, only half confined to earth ; and now 
the hectic flush burned deeper, and her eyes flashed' 
with renewed brilliancy ; the blue veins, like a net-work 
of azure threads, were traced on her pure brow, and 
her hands grew more transparent every day. 

With the best medical attendance, and the kindest 
care that could be procured, she felt that she was soon 
to pass away, and she often spoke of death. 

“ Bury me down by the water’s edge,” she said one 
night, when they were watching, from the high win- 
dows, the moonlight on the dancing waves. “ Not in 


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;he sparkling sand here by the friendly tower, but 
away out, where the shadows are long and dark, where 
the pure white cliff is rising in the still night, a watcher 
over the gulf. Then, when night conies again, I will 
come back to earth and tell you how I live.” 

And, before another moon had waxed and waned, 
Luella slept the sleep that knows no waking. And 
they buried her under the pure chalky cliff, where she 
had so often watched the sea-gulls at the approach of 
a storm. 

Arabel and Christa mourned for their sister, but 
Claud had just become interested in the ideas of Ameri- 
ca as a grand resort. Arabel was all on the qui vive 
to go, and, without one regret, with only a parting fare- 
well for Christa, and an earnest, gentle look at Luella’s 
grave, she entered the boat with a light step and a light 
heart, and bade adieu to her native land, perhaps for- 
ever. When they were far out at sea, the last object 
on which her eyes rested was the pure white cliflF under 
which Luella slept. When they came in sight of land 
again it was only a single hour past midnight, but the 
long, loud cry that rung out from the stationed watch 
awakened every sleeper, and called up the eager and 
curious to catch the first glimpse of land. 

‘‘ Where are we now ? ” Arabel said, as she went 
upon deck, and felt the land breeze sweeping around 
her, and filling the long flapping sails. 

‘‘ We have reached our destination,” answered 
Harris, as Claud directed the sailors to call him, for he 
felt that it was necessary to have a new name for every 
place, to prevent suspicion. 


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Then fourteen of the crew manned a boat, and went 
ashore to make discoveries ; they returned at night- 
fall, having discovered the place in Saugus known to 
this day as Pirate’s Glen, and still bearing the evidence 
of having been inhabited. The next day there were 
heavy black clouds in the horizon, and at night they 
burst in all their mad fury, causing the black waves to 
seethe and boil against the rough rocks in sight, and 
frightening Arabel almost away from her senses. 

We shall die, Claud, I know we shall,” she moaned, 
wearily grasping the silken covering to the lounge on 
which she lay. Then she fainted. Harris remembered 
a small public house he had seen upon the beach, and 
determined that, be the consequences what they might, 
he would reach that. The men readily volunteered to 
accompany them, and this brings us back to the point 
where we started, the night that first gave Wallace an 
acquaintance with the band of men that afterward fre- 
quented Pirates' Q-len and Dungeon Bock. It was, 
perhaps, a week that they spent there, and then 
returned again to Italy ; not, however, until they had 
aroused the suspicions of the settlers, who were on the 
constant lookout for danger. 

A few weeks after their return, a great rebellion 
arose in Spain. Claud must go ; Arabel dared not, — 
so she remained at the fortress, with her own thoughts 
and the gorgeous w'orks of art for company, and he 
started on the wild and perilous adventure. When he 
returned the boats were loaded with costly articles that 
had the indellible Spanish stamp upon them. These he 


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33 


secreted in the ancient fort. Some were carried away 
up to their hiding place in Wales, and others were re- 
tained in Spain. The greater part,, however, were 
brought there, and to Arabel’s eager, childish ques- 
tions of where he found them, and what they were for, 
he only answered, with a sober smile, ‘‘ They are all to 
be changed into money, ’Bel, unless you want some of 
them to wear.” 

But he heard flying rumors that he was suspected 
even there. That must not be,” he said, firmly ; 
‘‘for I dread the idea of being known as a pirate. I 
cannot, will not, bear it.” 

So he packed the goods he had stolen from the impe- 
rial Spanish palace, all the beautiful adornings of the fair 
young queen, — for it was she whom Don Jose had called 
little Cristelle in the first part of our story, — and hid 
them in the low vaulted basement. Don Jose had been 
the queen’s valet, and Claud took him to be of future 
use to them in discovering the secrets concerning their 
enterprise in Spain. Then he opened the doors of the 
ancient tower and fortress ; lighted up the long cathe- 
dral, with its dim arches, and quaint oaken carving, 
and gave his friends in Rome and Venice a banquet, at 
which he and his young bride presided. The rooms 
were crowded with beauty and fashion ; music floated 
through the long corridors, and up and down the wind- 
ing stairs, covered for the occasion with rich, soft 
carpets. The night passed in revelry, and when morn- 
ing dawned the guests departed satisfied. 

To Arabel it seemed like a fairy dream of beauty, so 


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much life and joy around; to Claud it was the hollow 
formalities of hypocrisy. He saw the eager glances, 
the suspicious looks, the cautious steps, when they en- 
tered the dim old rooms. He could bear his double 
part well, however, and he did. It was not long after 
this that he carried the most suspicious goods across 
the water, an*! landed them in the then unbroken soli- 
tude of Pirates’ Glen. 

By this time the foundery was nearly built. All the 
men of the place met there to talk over their affairs, 
and here it was that Claud, or rather Harris, used to 
station a watch, and sometimes he would stay himself 
to hear what was said, and direct his own work 
accordingly. 

Arabel had been staying at the Glen several days, 
and begged that she might stop still longer, — the 
woody glade was so wild, and the distant hills so high. 
She was not obliged to practice constant deception 
there ; she would remain a little while ; and she did 
one whole long day alone, but she was used to 
solitude. 

That night the band was organized ; it was to consist 
of six men, with Veale for a leader, making seven be- 
side Harris. There was another such band in Italy ; 
one in Spain, the beautiful land of legends and romance ; 
one in sunny, pleasant France ; and one away in muddy 
Wales, where meadows are greener and brighter for the 
stagnant water beneath, and the ruinous old castle 
home of a former feudel lord was damp and gray 
with age. 


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Two days Arabel remained in the glen alone, then 
Harris came back from the boat with Don Jose; he ap- 
peared almost savage to Arabel, but he soon learned 
that she was the leader’s bride, and could do as she 
chose. 

At this time the fi. st history, that is considered as 
really authentic, is commenced. A vessel, afterward 
known as the phantom ship, was seen in the 
waters off Nahant, at or near sunrise. It presented to 
the eye a strange optical delusion of a ship resting mo- 
tionless upon the water, and another, the exact coun- 
terpart of the first, suspended keel upwards in the air ; 
the masts and rigging of the two apparently touching 
each other. It was the pirate ship Arabel, that had 
come too far in at high tide, and was therefore obliged 
to wait until the water rose again in order to get out to 
sea. 

Don Jose returned to Spain, but his honor was gone, 
his queen dethroned, and he himself treated like a 
traitor on all sides. I’ll not have the name without 
the game, I reckon,” he said, with true Spanish bitter- 
ness ; and taking his only living relative, a boy about 
twelve years of age, left him by his sister, he joined the 
banditti as a wanderer, and not as a resident, deter- 
mined to wreak his vengeance 8n the Spanish govern- 
ment. 

The next time the pirates came to America, Don Jose 
and the boy both acompanied them. They landed early 
in the morning, and the boy Carl took his place in the 
village as spy. All the long day he wandered up and 


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down, his quick ear catching every suspicious word, 
and at night, while returning to the place fixed upon as 
the lookout, he arranged the v\hole matter in his mind, 
making an accurate calculation of how many reliable men 
the settlement numbered when they would make their 
exploration, etc. By the time he had settled it all in 
his own thoughts he arrived at ‘‘ Lookout Hill,” or 

High Rock,” as it is now called. With a light, eager 
step, he clambered up the rocks, and reached the firm 
platform upon the top. Soon he espied a moving speck 
far out upon the blue waves, and immediately hoisting 
the signal agreed upon, he raised a small glass to his eye, 
and commenced scanning the distant object. He was 
dressed in the Spanish costume of that day ; but there 
was an oriental richness about it which is now lost to 
the world. It looked more like the Turkish apparel of 
the present time ; the flowing trousers and tunic giving 
a graceful air to his slender form, and quick, agile mo- 
tions ; and the whole occurrence gave rise to the inter- 
esting novelette entitled, The Child of the Sea.” 

“ What success, Carl?” asked Don Jose, as he came 
up the long path from the boat-landing, and clasped the 
boy in his arms. 

“The best, father,” was the reply, “but they are to 
have a meeting tonight,*which it will be best for some 
one of us to attend.” He then told what he had heard 
through the day, and with his help the father rehearsed 
it again to the band. 

“ I must go,” said Harris, springing up and prepar- 
ing to leave. 


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37 


‘‘Why you, Sir Harris asked several voices. 

“ For this reason,” answered Harris, thoughtfully ; 
“ Don Jose has just shown himself incapable of remem- 
bering, by being unable to repeat, Carl’s story ; Veal al- 
ways needs to hear a storj^ twice in order to compre- 
hend it ; and the rest are not interested enough to un- 
derstand correctly, or report accurately ; therefore I 
must go, or little Carl,” he added, turning to the boy, 
who rose from his reclining posture and stood beside his 
commander. 

“ I am not afraid, signor,” he said, firmly ; “ but it 
needs an older head and truer skill than mine to study 
the craft of Englishmen.” 

“ Tru’y spoken, Carl,” answ^ered Harris ; “ but you 
shall take my place here,” and, pushing aside the 
heavy sail, he entered a little room arranged for Ara- 
bel’s accommodation, followed by Carl. 

“ I am going over to the settlement, Bel,” he said 
“ and have brought you a new valet to entertain you 
while I am gone ; if you like his appearance, he shall 
be your page for the future ” 

Arabel raised her eyes from the delicate chess- 
board, on which she was listlessly arranging the men, 
and met Carl’s earnest childish gaze with a pleasant 
smile. But why must you go, Harris there are 
enough beside you,” she said, turning to him. 

“ We are liable to be routed from here at anv time,” 
he replied, “ and I alone can manage the part of spy, 
and decide when to remove.” And away he went, 
leaving Carl established in his new honors. 


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“ I wish that I might die,” said Arabel, passionately, 
that night, after she had heard Carl’s story of the great 
robbery, and listened to his bewitching recital of the 
time when the young queen called him her little page, 
and he supported her train in passing through the cor- 
ridor, or held her fan in the audience chamber. He 
did not know how intimately connected his beautiful 
mistress and brave young commander were with the 
robber Morrillo and his powerful band. I wish I 
had died long ago, in the little cottage by the water- 
side ; not when my mother did ; so pure and calm was 
her spirit, mine would have looked dark beside it ; but, 
I was wild and thoughtless then. Methinks I have 
lived a thousand years since that strange brightness 
passed away. Where are you, mother ? 0, come back 

to me, — to your own Arabel ! ” 

Even then there was a raging fever heat in her veins, 
and a delirious, wildering look in her dark eyes. Long 
before the morning dawned, Harris returned to the Glen. 
The men noted his mischievous, glancing smile, more 
than his stern, commanding look, as he came out from 
the thick underbrush, and waved his hand as a signal 
for them to stop. 

“ Have you removed and secured all your valuables ?” 
he asked, ‘‘ for I have an inkling, from what has been 
said tonight, that they will soon be on our track.” 

^‘We have moved them all,” was the reply, ‘‘ and are 
now waiting for you to tell us what shall be done with 
our Madonna tonight. We might leave her there, if we 
were sure Sir Wolf would wed her before daybreak; 


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but, then, she is a woman, and will be certain sure to 
do as she is not wanted to.’’ 

Hold your peace, Don Jose ! ” thundered Harris, 
‘‘ or we will know the reason. I would have you to 
know that my wife is your queen ; ” and there was a 
slight, mocking emphasis on the words, which brought 
back the courage of the abashed Don Jose. ‘‘ Remem- 
ber you are seven in number and one in thought,” 
added Harris, as he turned to leave them ; and now 
go on with your work.” 

Then he retraced his steps to the deserted Glen, and 
knelt by the couch where Arabel had thrown herself. 
Her eyes were closed ; one white hand lay above her 
head, half shaded by the rich fold, of her satin dress, 
that looked, with its glittering ornaments, better fitted 
for a bridal or a banquet, than for that lonely forest 
home. 

Mother,” she moaned, faintly, I am not dying ; I 
shall not die.” 

Arabel,” said Harris, softly. 

“ I did obey you, mother. I spoke my marriage 
vows, kneeling by the altar side,” she went on ; ‘‘ the 
priest’s white robes swept by us, and the holy prayers 
went softly up to God in the twilight.” 

Yes, Bel, we were married in proper order ; but 
don’t stop to talk of that,” Harris said again. ‘‘ I want 
to ask you how much misery you can bear ? ” 

Slowly she opened her large dark eyes, and fixed 
them on his face. ‘‘I can bear all things, for I am 
strong,” she replied, quoting his own words on a former 
occasion. 


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Harris paused ; a momentary shudder passed over 
him, and he asked, Would you not like to be back to 
Italy ? ” 

“ Not yet,” she answered, for she feared the idea of 
being known and recognized as the pirate’s bride, and 
felt that she was not strong enough to carry out her 
two parts. 

Then he told her how and why they must leave the 
Glen, pointed out the slight but perfect trail they had 
formed, and took his own pocket compass to show her 
how she could tell in what direction they each lay from 
each other. 

The next morning there was no trace of human life 
at the Glen ; but away across thick, densely-growing 
wood, and low, slimy swamps, where the high cliff rose in 
bold relief against the fiery eastern skv, two living beings 
could be seen upon the firm land, where a natural road 
wound round the brow of the rocky hill. They were 
Harris and Carl, the rest having left some time before, 
and they were now going to join them, leaving Arabel 
alone there in the large chamber which the earth’s con- 
vulsions had formed in the solid rock. 

Noon came ; the sun was pouring its fiercest rays 
upon the high hill, and Arabel wandered to the thick 
vines with which the open door of the entrance had 
been concealed, to catch, if she might, a single breath 
of air to cool her throbbing brow. Suddenly, away 
where the tiny, trembling needle told her to look for 
her former abiding place, she saw a light smoke curling 
up. Instinctively she trembled with fear, forgetting 


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41 


that the whole wood might be consumed, and still the 
sheltering rock remain uninjured. “ I must see what 
it is,’’ she said ; and, climbing slowly up the rocks, she 
reached the top, and proudly, fearlessly looked down 
below. Scarcely discernible in the thick shadows she 
saw a party of men, armed with flaming torches, creep- 
ing cautiously on toward the Glen. She laughed a 
wild, ringing laugh, that echoed far and wide; and for 
many years the weird-like story of the phantom lady, 
decked in silks and jewels, and laughing at those who 
tried to discover the pirates’ treasures, was told beside 
the fire, in the long winter evenings, until at last it was 
thrown aside as a superstitious falsehood, and now is 
ordy remembered in a few families as a quaint legend 
of former years. 

It was only two short days from then that Harris re- 
turned, but Bel was a spirit. The excitement of those 
fearful hours had been too much for her. She drew 
the downy, silken couch to Ihe side of the spring in the 
rock, where the clear water fell from the crevices* above, 
with a musical tinkle, into a large open basin below, 
and there, in that silent room, 

“ She rested her fair pale face alone 
By the cool bright spring in the hallowed stone; ” 

her jew'elled hand supporting her head, crowned with 
its tiara of velvet and pearls, her long brown hair float- 
ing like a veil over her richly-wrought dress, and her 
slippered feet resting on a smooth slab of Italian mar- 
ble, which had been brought there to confine the waters 
in the spring. 


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HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


And thus they found her, sleeping calmly, peacefully, 
her eyes closed tightly, and her teeth set firmly togeth- 
er. There was a strange calmness in Harris’ manner, 
as he pressed his hand upon her cold, damp brow, and 
swept back her long spiral curls. Then, with a quick, 
excited glance at her firmly. closed eyes, he gave rapid 
orders for a burial case, such as they always carried 
with them, to be brought up, that her body might be 
placed in it and carried to Italy. As he raised the in- 
animate form in his arms, and laid her head upon a 
cushion of velvet and eider-down, a paper floated out 
from the heavy folds of her dress, and rested on the 
stones at his feet. He took it up ; it w^as a few verses 
of poetry, traced in the delicate Italian penmanship of 
Arabel’s own hand. Tears sprang to the almost girlish 
eyes of the boy, Carl, as he saw them. 

‘‘ She was like a sister to you, was she not, Carl ?” 
Harris said, kindly, laying his hand upon the boy’s 
head. A deep sigh was his only answer, and the boy 
turned away. Then drawing a richly-chased knife from 
a wrought case by his side, he lifted one of the long 
ringlets from her dress, and turned a besaeching look 
upon Harris. “ You may have it, Carl,” he answered 
to the boy’s look; and the bright, polished steel glanced 
in among the waving hair, until only the gold tipped 
haft was visible. 

What will you do with that, signor ? ” Carl said, 
pointing to the paper. Harris glanced over it, and then 
read aloud ; 


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43 


“ Bury me not by the water’s edge, 

Away in my dear old home, 

Nor in the shade of the pure white cliff. 

Where the screaming sea-gulls come. 

But away, away, on the high hill’s brow. 

Where the dark trees darker wave, 

Ye have found for me a stranger home, — 

O, give me a stranger grave ! ” 

‘‘ I have no one but you to advise me, Carl ; now 
tell me what to do,” Harris said. 

Carl looked out at the glowing western sky, and said : 
‘‘ She will be better pleased if we will comply with her 
last request ; we will bury her here.” 

Harris only smiled at the boy’s reply and he went on : 
“ Will you give her to the cold earth decked so showily ? 
That brilliant, silken, fluttering dress, and those richly- 
gleaming pearls, are to earthly for death’s bridal, are 
they not ? ” 

‘ It makes very little difference what the poor frail 
body wears, Carl,” Harris answered, mournfully. ‘"We 
will bury her as she is.” 

He did not stop to count the cost of the dress she 
wore. Thei'e were plenty more of the same kind in the 
cases. Then he placed her in the delicately-wrought 
coffin, only unclasping a single bracelet from her rigid 
arm, to be kept as a remembrance of that dark day. 

After that the men saw, or imagined, that Harris 
grew more stern and changeless in his work, and more 
thoughtful in his life, than before. On night, when 
they were preparing to leave, he said, “ The suspicion 
of the colony is aroused ; we must keep it up.” Then 


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taking a slip of paper from his portmanteau, he wrote 
an order upon it and read it aloud. It was for a cer- 
tain amount of handcuffs, hatchets and chains, to be 
left at a specified place in the wood, where a quantityof 
silver, to their full value, would be found in their 
stead. 

‘‘Which of you will lay this beside the central forge in 
the foundery tonight ? ’’ he asked, carelessly. 

The men drew back, and an involuntary shudder ap- 
peared to pass from one to the other. Is was the first 
time such a subject had been broached. Force had 
never been used with them, and they apparently dread- 
ed the thought of it. 

“ Stand up, my brave men,” said Harris, bitterly ; 
“let me see how many cowards our crew numbers.” 

Instantly, as though struck by an electric shock, the 
eight powerful men rose to their feet, and eight strong 
right hands grasped the sword-hilts by their sides. 

Carl’s dark blue eyes looked trustfully into his com- 
mander’s face, and he said, “ Signor, the Madonna 
looks at you from the bright skies ; think you she would 
not mourn to hear you call the men, that have served 
you so long and well, cowards ? ” 

“ True, Carl ; I was angry and unreasonable. Your 
girlish manliness makes me ashamed of myself,” an- 
swered Harris ; but I do not like to give up the idea of 
frightening the colonists. Thev saw our little sailer 
last night and yester morn, and will be on the lookout 
for her again. Here, Roland, I know you'are not afraid ; 
take the order, and, to reward you for going, I promise 


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45 


that the manacles shall never be used on you.” 

Then three cheers for little Carl rung out upon the 
air, and he lifted the velvet cap from his dark flowing 
hair, and bowed low to acknowledge the compliment. 

vSoon after this, Harris returned to Italy, and Don 
Jose became commander of a clipper of his own, Carl 
accompanying him. After Harris had arranged his 
affairs in Italy, so that they no longer needed his pres- 
ence, he entirely abandoned the idea of a home on the 
firm land, and roamed about wherever fancy dictated or 
news called him. Upon going to their hiding-place in 
Wales, at one time, he saw a girl, habited in the com- 
mon dress of Welsh peasants, half sitting, half kneeling, 
by the roadside, making wreathes and bojaquets from a 
collection of flowers beside her, and placing them in a 
basket on fresh green leaves. 

‘‘ Buy flowers, sir ? buy flowers ? she asked, as he 
came up. 

“ Yes,” was the reply, “ take all you have ; and 
come with me. I have no way to carry them without 
your basket, — come.” 

‘‘ Pay, sir? ” she said, looking into his face with a 
roguish, merry smile, making her black eyes dance, and 
showing her white even teeth. 

Harris laughed, threw a bit of money towards her, 
and walked on. She gathered up her treasures and 
followed. They entered the castle, and every man 
drank to the health of the pretty flower-girl. She drew 
back, trembling, and tried to run away. Harris stopped 
her, and led her to a low seat where the sunlight looked 


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in, bidding her go on with her work, and when that was 
finished he had plenty more for her to do. She laughed 
and pouted, and at last went to work again. 

After that she was often at the castle, and at last she 
too embarked on the waters, to find a home in the •new 
country. There was a dark rumor afloat, at the time, 
of force used to make the wild Cathrin go with the 
pirate band ; but it was soon forgotton. 

After this there were more regular rules observed ; 
only the seven regular members staying at the Glen 
and rock, and sometimes only five. Gathrin was given 
over to Veale^but why it was that she never saw any 
more of Harris she did not know. 

One morning the Arabel shot out of the snug little 
harbor of Lynn, with all sail set, the whole crew on 
board, and all their hidden treasures left in the sole 
care of Cathrin and the magic rattlesnake. But there 
was trouble brewing Even then one of the king’s 
cruiser’s was out upon the watch for the little outland- 
ish craft. They were well matched as to sailing, but 
the Britisher’s broadside soon swept away the fore- 
topmast of the Arabel. Then she was boarded, a 
hand-to-hand encounter ensued, and the pirates, instead 
of being subdued, triumphed, and took the others pris- 
oners. This of course, was a flagrant, never-to-be- 
forgotton offence ; but they kept on their way rejoicing, 
and at last met Harris at Wales. 

Where is the little flower-girl ? ” he asked, as they 
sat discussing their business over the flowing wine. 

The men looked surprised, and Veale answered, 


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‘‘ She is in the cave, your honor.” 

‘‘ At the cave ! ” reapeated Harris. Why ! was 
she willing to go ? ” 

“ I don’t know — that is — I didn’t ask her,” an- 
swered Veale, stammering at the thought of Harris’ dis- 
pleasure. 

Well,” Harris began, ‘‘ this is worse than I thought 
would be laid at our door just yet. Yo\x mean low 
detestable., contemptible wretch he added, almost 
fiercely, turning to Veale, “ do you know what you 
have done ? actually stolen the only child of fondly- 
doting parents, and now trying to excuse yourself. I 
carried my mistress there, did I ? But we were 
married first — married by the rites of a church she 
loved and revered; besides which, she left neither 
parents nor friends to mourn for her, and went because 
she wished to. I will return with you, Veale,” he con- 
tinued, after a pause, “ and bring the birdling back.” 

It was long before the Arabel again reached Ameri- 
ca, and when, at dead of night, the pirates landed and 
made their way to the Glen, they were unnoticed, for 
the colonists had grown weary with watching, and given 
up in dispair. 

“ Will you go home with me, Katy ? ” Harris said 
kindly, the next morning, as they reached the rock and 
commenced partaking of the provisions which the nim- 
ble fingers set before them. 

Tears came to her dancing black eyes, and she an- 
swered, firmly, ‘‘ I am afraid to go, sir. Can you not 
bring my mother here ? ” 


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Harris smiled, as he asked, How old are you, 
Cathrin ? ” 

Eighteen summers and nineteen winters, sir,” she 
replied, looking at him from under her long lashcs. 

‘‘ Indeed ! ” said Harris, in surprise ; ‘‘you look less 
than that.” 

A frightened, half-angry look passed her face, as 
she heard from the furtherest end of the cave the heavy 
voice of Veale swearing at one of the men. 

“ You are not used to profanity, poor child ! ” he con- 
tinued, but she did not reply. 

Soon after that another scene came up. Veale had 
been drinking hard all day, and at night was fairly in- 
toxicated. As Cathrin came into the cave, her head 
crowned with evergreen, and her hands full of flowers, 
she heard the merry, musical laugh, which she well 
knew came from none but Harris, immediately followed 
by a volley of oaths, such as she seldom heard. 

“ I can drink wine and not suffer for it in that style,” 
he said, “ and why cannot you? Come, get up, now, 
or by the powers, I will run you through — do you hear? ” 
and he brandished his glittering sword in true buccanier 
style. 

Veale was lying upon the floor of the cave, apparent- 
ly not too insensible to carry on the joke. Cathrin 
shrunk trembling away, and commenced clearing the 
tea-table. Her presence did not act as a controlling 
influence, as Arabel’s had. The men are willing to do 
anything in reason for the merry girl, however, and the 
life she led at the cave was not altogether intolera- 
ble. 


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Months passed, and a little stranger opened his eyes 
and claimed protection. 

Who will be thy mother, darling ? ’’ Cathrin said, 
pleasantly, for she thought she would soon be a spirit. 
But things were differently ordered. It was not long 
before she was out again, at night-fall, watching for the 
arrivals. 

And now again pictures, darker and more gloomy, 
arise before our parti-colored glass. 

It was early one bright, autumn morn that Cathrin 
was kneeling by the spring, splashing the cool water 
over the flowers she had gathered, to keep them fresh, 
when she heard a low, stifled, wailing cry from the 
beautiful couch, where she had left the child. When 
she reached it, Veale was walking slowly down the 
mountain path, and the babe lay gasping for breath in 
the sunlight. All the long day did Cathrin chafe the 
marble brow and tiny hands of the insensible child, and 
at night, when the men returned, she was still holding 
it in her arms. Harris looked pityingly upon her, and 
she laid the little form beside him on the silken couch. 
But the bright-eyed stranger’s life had fled. Cathrin 
was childless. 

Again we leave them for a short time, but their crime 
is not forgotten. They are watched constantly. At 
last three of them were out at sea, the remaining four 
were traced to the Glen, and there were taken. Be- 
fore they reached the vessel that waS to convey them 
to England one escaped. Of course it was the daring 
Veale, who spurned law and order, and defied pursuit. 


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Harris had been in Italy some time then, and had, 
therefore, no means of knowing what was going on. 
Veale fled to the rock, but he was not pursued again. 
Cathrin lost her merry, life-loving heart and pined in 
solitude. Veale used to light signal fires upon rocks 
to wreck vessels along the coast, and only when she saw 
him lighting his dark lantern, and preparing his flam- 
ing pine knots, could she be won from her silent mourn- 
fulness. Then she would talk hours in her thrilling 
childish way, and sing to him until her clear voice filled 
every part of the cavern, and woke the echoes among 
the gray old rocks ; for she dreaded the idea of feeling 
that her very life was in the keeping of one who would 
so heedlessly destroy others. 

‘‘You will not light the treacherous coys this fearful 
stormy eve ? ” she said, pleadingly. “ 0, I will sing 
you all the legends of my Welsh home, and all the 
songs Roland has taught me, if you will not go now.’’ 

Sometimes she would prevail, and he would sit by 
the heavy chest that served them for a table, and laugh 
at the brilliant fairy tales she wove from her memories 
of the dear old home in Wales. 

But Cathrin was dying. Day by day her strength 
was wasting itself away, her cheek grew paler and 
thinner, and now a hectic flush burned in lieu of her 
former health. Her eyes grew dull and expressionless, 
and, at last, she died, her last song just echoing its 
burden of victory, and her last glance fixed upon the 
blue sky and the gorgeous sunset. 

Veale mourned for her as deeply as it was in his 


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power to mourn for any one, but he dared not bury 
her ; he lived in constant fear that he, or rather the 
treasures there, would be molested ; so he raised her in 
his strong arms and bore her to the inner room of the 
cave, then gently laid her on the shelving rocks, flung 
the soft folds of her India muslin over her pale face 
and staring black eyes, and went out from the cave 
alone, a sterner and more merciless man. 

All this time Wallace had been more or less interested 
in the pirates and their work. His noble black horse' 
was often urged over the uneven road by Harris or him- 
self ; but now he took himself away and denied all further 
knowledge of the procedure. Veale’s provisions were 
exhausted. He dared not take the glittering golden 
coins to exchange for bread, so he obtained some cheap 
work, and determined, for the sake of occupying his mind, 
to earn his own food. How long he lived thus, we do 
not care to tell, but he gave up his business as wrecker, 
now that Wallace refused to assist him, and delivered 
him half the profits of their eight months treachery. 

Now we have told the history of Dungeon Rock up to 
the year one thousand six hundred and fifty-eight, at 
which time the mortal pilgrimage of Veale was uncere- 
moniously ended by a terrible earthquake, which closed 
the ancient entrance to the cavern, and thus shut him off 
from light and life with his dearly-loved treasure, and 
the superstition-guarded charm and rattlesnake. 

From this time forth Dungeon Rock loses its interest 
and only a weird-like fascination hanging round it pre- 
vented its being entirely forgotten. It was years before 


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anything more was done there, until, about forty years 
ago, a man residing in the town adjoining the one where 
the rock stands became impressed, or, as he styled it, 
dreamed, that, by going to a certain place in Dungeon 
Pasture, he could discover treasures formerly buried 
by the pirates. He went, as directed, exhumed the 
treasure, and the probability is, had he been left to 
follow his own impressions, would have used it to open 
the rock. 

As it was, his nearest relatives took the matter up, 
hushed the stories that were getting afloat about the 
money, accused the man of insanity, and took the tra^h 
into their own hands. This seemed to have an undue 
effect upon the mind of the man, whose name was Brown. 

He had always been singularly nervous and impress- 
ible. When young he could commit a lesson almost at a 
glance, and recite it with perfect accuracy. As he grew 
older, he became morbid and sensitive ; would sit for 
hours talking or singing, his face lighted up with a 
strange smile, which, when he was aroused from his half 
trance, would pass away, and he become cross and peev- 
ish as before. 

After finding the money in Dungeon Pasture, he 
dwelt more upon such things than before, and often 
expressed a determination to run away, — a threat which 
he afterward put into execution, finding there was no 
way for him to recover his rightful property. He wan- 
dered away down east, where he spent several years, 
and occasionally told his strange story. It was by that 
that he was again discovered and brought back to his 


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home, where, by bribes and threats, he was induced to 
leave off telling the story. He never could be induced 
to work ; for he constantly averred that he had enough 
to make him independent, and, if they would let him 
alone, he knew where he could find plenty more. He 
has always been supported, however, by those who were 
said to have the management of what he found ; and, 
upon the death of his last near relative, a half brother, 
he was placed in the Ipswich asylum for incurable insane 
people, where he will probably remain until his death. 

The next movement of consequence was years after- 
ward, when the city of Lynn was said to have footed the 
bills for any quantity of ammunition, to be used for the 
purpose of making a grand attack upon the obstinate 
rock, and forcing it to give up its trust. It proved a 
failure, and the city never paid the bills either ; but, 
many a quiet night after that, sober, respectable men 
laughed at each other about their fast-day blow. Their 
object was to fill the principal crevices with powder, 
and have them explode in such a manner as would shatter 
the rock into a countless number of pieces, aad thus lay 
open the inside of it, and the cave, if there were any 
there. 

Some went away satisfied that all had been done that 
could be, and there was no treasure there ; others, that 
the original cave and its contents remained undisturbed 
but all agreed that they had ventured their share upon 
the sea of speculation, and should not try again right 
away. 

Soon after this, mesmeric clairvoyance became one of 


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the reigning topics of the day, and almost immediately 
the interest of Dungeon Rock was again agitated. This 
time, one of the world-renouned singing brothers, Jesse 
Hutchinson, was the chief actor, directed by a mesmer- 
ized lady, who steadily affirmed the truth of the discon- 
ected history that had been handed down to them, and 
added her declarations to those who had the firmest faith 
in the old saying of wealth in Dungeon Cave. 

The opperations flagged not for days and weeks ; and, 
when at last Jesse gave it up, not as a delusion, but as a 
task too hard for him, others kept on, and made the hole 
still deeper and broader. But they too failed, and, for a 
long time, the hill was undisturbed save by occasional 
picnic parties, or Sunday groups of young people, who 
went there to enjoy themselves. 

Now our scene changes from the quiet, unfrequented, 
hilly woodland, to the limitless plains of the great West, 
where the waters of America’s broadest and deeepest 
lake ceaselessly lave its shores. It is the hour of a boat 
landing, and any number of men, women, and children, 
could be seen hurrying to the wharf, with the first 
whole dish they could reach, be it wash-bowl, ewer, or 
skillet, teapot, pan, or pail ; and one general cry of 
“ whiskey, whiskey,” was heard throughout the ranks. 

In a small building, that served for kitchen, parlor, 
and bedroom, to quadruped and biped, two men, appar- 
ently near the same age, and both past the years of 
youth, sat, or rather reclined, talking busily with 
each other. 

Rum is a great curse, Marble.” 


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55 


“ Granted.” 

“ And, if a great deal ruins a man, a little, be it ever 
so little, injures him.” 

‘‘ Granted also. Long ; but now look here. In our 
crew there are only men ; but I warrant that up yonder, 
when the boat landed, you might have seen people of all 
kinds and colors flocking to the wharf You well know 
wliat they are after. Now answer me this one ques- 
tion. Would it not be better for us to set the example 
by keeping whiskey for our own gang, and thus pre- 
vent their going to the boat, than it is to apparently 
countenance beastly drunkeness, by their drinking all 
they can obtain at irregular intervals? ” 

Long hesitated, and Marble went on. 

“ I know your principles. I know you consider rum- 
drinking as the one unpardonable sin ; but, if you stop 
to think about it, you may bring your orthodoxy 
to agree with my infldelity.” 

‘‘ It may be so,” Long added, after a ])ause. I 
have thought a great deal on this subject, and am not 
yet decided. You have sold rum, have you not ? ” 

Marble nodded. 

“Well, do you think what you have sold has done 
most — which ? — good, or bad ? ” 

“ Bad,” was the prompt reply. 

“ I thought as much,” answered Long ; but that is 
not what I w^as going to speak of just now. I want to 
know how you would like the idea of keeping a board- 
ing- house.” 

“ First rate,” answered Marble. “We could drive 


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four stakes into the ground, stretch a bit of cloth over 
them, and name it the Marquet Eating Saloon, where 
shall be kept all manner of provisions, viz., whiskey, to 
be had at the shortest notice.” And a droll smile 
rested in the corners of Marbles mouth, and twinkled 
in his small eyes, as he ceased speaking; while Long, 
as the picture came vividly before his active imagin- 
ation, threw back his head and laughed loud and 
long. 

That is not what I wanted, Hiram,” he said, soon 
stopping his mirth and growing sober again. “ There 
are a great plenty of such establishments going up in 
all parts of the country. We need a real framed house ; 
and, if you would plan such a one^as you think you 
could keep properly, why, all is, we would find means to 
build it, and have it done right away. You shall bring 
your wife on to manage, and your children to inhabit 
it. You shall keep on being overseer. I will be a 
wealthy land-holder. Jointly and severally we shall be 
honored for inventing, or rather, for starting the great 
Marquet Iron Works, and, by my faith, we shall live 
fat.” 

Then the two men separated, each to his own place ; 
and here it may not be inapropos to describe them. 

Long, who appeared to be cheif director there, was 
tall, but rather slightly built, with a long face, intelli- 
gent-looking, dark eyes, a high, but not full brow, and 
thin lips, that partially disclosed a regular set of teeth. 

Marble, who seemed like Long’s very right hand, 
was also tall, but strong and robust, with sharp, bright 


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57 


blue eyes, light waving brown hair, and a full white 
brow. 

On the nio;ht after their conversation, which we 
have recorded, Marble, who always, as Long said, if 
he ])ut his hands to the plough, not only did not look 
back, but did not look forward either, and only attended 
to holding the plough, started from the settlement to 
reach a small hill at a little distance, partly to select 
trees from the lot for their house, and partly to think 
over the practicability of the scheme they had been dis- 
cussing. He was walking slowly along, with his eyes 
fixed upon the ground, when, suddenly looking up, he 
found himself back to the place whence he started. 

“ Can’t you go as far as ^mu can see ? ” he muttered 
to himself, startino; a^ain for the wood : but a^ain he be- 
came lost in thono-ht, and again he found himself at the 
same place. 

Well if you can’t go as far as you can see you may 
go home,” he said, casting a regretful look at the wood- 
land, and turning away. It was a habit he always had 
of talking to himself, and it saved him many hours of 
trouble. 

Soon after this, he started for his home away in old 
Massachusetts, which, upon reaching, he found was 
not entirely exempt from the joint hands of time and 
sorrow. He had been at home from the West but a 
short time, when his youngest child, a boy of thirteen, 
was taken sick ; and thus his plans were frustrated. 
His sickness was short and painful ; and his burning 
cheeks and glassy bright eyes told but too plainly to the 


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father’s heart that George’s days were numbered. 

About this time he, too, became interested in clair- 
voyance. Before going West, he Had, at the request 
of a friend, consulted a plirenological subject who pre- 
dicted his departure, and also liis misfortune — for 
such she termed the death in the family. After fin- 
ishing her talk, she informed him that slie sometimes 
told fortunes ; and asked if she might tell his. 

He did not care about it ; had little faith in such 
things, etc. ; but, if she would like to, he had no objec- 
tions. 

She run the cards over, and told him essentially what 
she had said before ; adding that, in the course of a 
specified time, she thought he would be in steady busi- 
ness. 

He was, at that time, all ready to go West with a 
party of men to establish the Marquet Iron Works. 

He went and returned. George died ; but, as yet, 
no steady employment presented itself. 

While staying in Marquet, a young man, an entire 
stranger in Massachusetts, had described Dungeon 
Rock to him as his place to work, but told no names, 
even of the town or state where it lay. He was, at 
that time, careless, or even skeptical about the matter ; 
but, after George’s death, he aroused himself, and con- 
cluded to investigate, and, if he could, to understond 
the subject. 

He came to Lynn, and, subsequently, to a distant 
relative in a neighboring town. Here he staid some 
time; and upon one occasion, feeling unwell, he deter- 


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59 


mined to consult a clairvoyant in the place, who was en- 
tirely unacquainted with him or his business. Acord- 
ingly, he expressed a desire to have him consulted, and 
Mr. Wheeler, who was going to a neighboring town, 
offered to stop and see him, and, perhaps, invite him 
to his house, as Mr. Marble was there staying. 

He went, and, as he entered the room and made 
known his errand, the clairvoyant, whose name was 
Emerson, commenced talking, and finally seated him- 
self at the table and began to write with great rapidity, 
speaking now and then to ask or answer questions, 
and taking very little notice of his work. 

He was young, apparently less than twenty years 
of age ; but his dark complexion and keen black eyes 
gave a look of maturity, which his slight, almost petite 
figure, and long curling hair, instantly contradicted. 
When he stopped writing, he folded and directed the 
letter, and gave it to Mr. W. without a word of com- 
ment, ha vino; first sio^ned his own name to it as a 
medium. 

‘‘But the gentleman thoudit he mi^ht want to see 
you on some other business,*’ Wheeler said, doubtfully, 
holding the document between his thumb and fino;er. 

I presume it is there, sir,” was the reply ; and the 
medium turned away. 

Mr. Wheeler left the house, and, instead of keeping 
on Ins way, concluded to return with the letter. He 
did so ; and, entering the room where Mr. Marble was, 
gave liini the letter, and told him to read it aloud. 

Marble did so ; and, before he reached the end, 


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Wheeler threw his hat on the floor, and asked what he 
would take for half the rock, as he, Wheeler, would 
like to go into company with him. 

Marble did not answer until he had devoured the 
whole contents of the letter, which really contained a 
great many mysterious and some unaccountable state- 
ments concerning the business in which he then was 
engaged. Among others, it stated that he would call 
there the next day and go with them to the rock ; 
which he did, accompanied by a friend who generally 
mesmerised or put him to sleep. He threw himself 
upon the ground beside the rock, when he reached it, 
and, after becoming entranced, told how and where 
they must work, etc. 

And, now that we have got them fairly started, we 
will go back a single year, and try if we can tell a 
reasonable story. Soon after George’s death, as we 
have said before, Mr. M. aroused himself, and deter- 
mined to investigate the subject of mesmerism. Oppor- 
tunities soon presented themselves. When staying at a 
public house, one night, the porter came to him and 
said, “ Madame Y. is here, and wishes to see you.” 

‘‘ Who is Madame Y.? ” he asked, thoughtfullv". 

“ I don’t know,” was the reply ; but she sent her 
name, and bade me say she had told your fortune.” 

An indistinct recollection seemed to cross his mind, 
but he only said, “I will go,” and was accordingly con- 
ducted into her presence. 

She recalled their former meeting* inquired as to 
the veracity of what she had then said, and ended by 


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telling him there was a very good clairvoyant, Madame 
Maine, with her at that time, and, if he liked, she would 
put her to sleep and have him examined. 

H e was at the time sufferiim from a recent attack of 

o 

the Asiatic cholera, which was accurately described by 
Madame M.,even to the time and place of his sickness, 
for wliicli she wrote a prescription, which he took in 
all faith. 

She then went on to tell what he was to do for the 
future. “ You will dig for a pirate’s money,” she said, 

and you will find ” — here she hesitated. 

‘‘A bugbear,” he said, laughing. 

“•The })ii’ate, himself, sir,” she added, ‘‘or, rather 
what there is left of what was once a pirate, and a 
treasure with him.” 

“ That is encouraging,” he said, concealing his un- 
belief. “ Can you tell me where this money lies that 
I am to dig for ? ” 

“It is somewhere by the sea-side, I think,” she an- 
swered ; “less than twenty miles from Boston.” 

Well, he left with his confidence in mesmerism so 
much lessened that he never used his prescription. A 
short time after that he met two or three young men 
conversing upon that subject. They had heard some- 
thing of Mr. M.’s experience, and wanted to hear more. 

“ What is the most likely thing they ever told you ?” 
one asked. 

“ That I should go digging for money,” he replied. 

A burst of laughter followed this grave assertion, 
and they asked to have it explained. 


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‘‘Well the truth is this. Madame Maine told me 
that I was soon to be engaged in searching, or rather 
digging, for a pirate and his money.” 

“Do you know where it is?” asked one, whose 
nam^ was Olds. 

Marble laughed at the thoughtful look which had 
settled on their faces, and answered, No 5 she gave 
out when she had got about so far, and could not tell 
the rest.” 

“I’ll warrant it was down in Lynn !” exclaimed 
Olds. 

“ What do you know about Lynn ? ” Marble asked. 

“T have been there, myself,” he answered, earn- 
estly ; “ and I have no doubt tha t there is money there. 
At any rate I advise you to try it.” 

boon after this Marble consulted a physician, who 
told him that he needed a change ; the salt air would 
be good for him ; he had better pay the sea-shore a 
visit. This decided him, for, as he afterward expressed 
it, everybody and everything he met seemed to be 
pointing him away, away. 

“I will go and work a fortnight,” he said; and 
nobly well has his word been kept. 

Upon this he went and took a survey of the rock. 
It contained a huge chasm, which he thought would 
lead to a cave, if there was one,, with a very little 
trouble. He commenced work in companv with two 
other men, and made slow work of it, too, as the rock 
was very hard, and they had nothing to direct their 
motions, and nothing but hope to live upon as far as 


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63 


the work in tlie rock was concerned. 

It was about a year that they worked thus ; then 
first one man, and soon the other,, became weary and 
discouraged, and left. The cave was still as far dis- 
tant as ever ; faith had grown weak, and hope, which 
formed so tempting a breakfast, seemed about to pre- 
pare a very poor supper. 

It is about this time that we find how great is the 
power of perseverence. « Mr. Marble, after the other 
men had left, continued the work for some time with 
his only son, a young man about twenty years of age. 
And thus, it was after working a year by the guidance 
of mesmerism, that we find him consulting the first 
clairvoyant medium., and this led him into the mystic 
labyrinths of spiritualism, or spiritual philosophy. 

The grounds which the medium took were substan- 
tially these : that when, by the action of his friend’s 
mind, he was rendered unconscious, some disembodied 
spirit took possession of him, and told what living 
people did or did not know. He told Mr. Marble how 
to work in the hole he had excavated, and, at one time, 
foretold a circumstance which was of considerable im- 
portance. It was that within a certain number of 
hours he would find a something to encourage him. 
It did not tell what, and the number of hours included 
a week’s time. Four days after that, an ancient- 
looking, rusty sword, with a leather-wound haft and a 
brass-bound scabbard, was found in a large seam inside 
the rock. Soon after being exposed to the air, the 
leather upon the handle crumbled away, and the thick^ 


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blue mould on the brass began to wear off. The 
chasm in the rock is still shown to visitors, and the 
prints where the sword lay in the clayey soil were 
once to be seen, but have since been removed, in the 
hopes of finding more relics. 

This was a great event to build a hope upon, and it 
had its full effect on the spirits of those interested. 
Dungeon Rock soon became a place of particular inter- 
est to mediums. The well-known Mrs. Pike paid it a 
visit; also Mrs. Freeman, who had, on a former occa- 
sion, directed Mr. Marble to go to a certain street and 
number, in the city of Boston, where he would find an 
aged, bed-ridden woman, who would be of use to him. 

He went, and discovered Madame Lamphier, to 
whom he made known his errand as one who had come 
to have his fortune told. 

Fortin’ ! who says I tell fortius’ ? ” was the spite- 
ful ejaculation that greeted him. 

‘‘Well, what do you tell?” he asked, convinced 
that she was the one he sought. 

“ Why, I have a stone that I look in, and if any 
one has any business, it generally comes up here,” 
she replied, doggedly. 

“ Well, I should like to have you look into it for 
me,” he said, in a conciliatory manner. 

Accordingly she drew out her stone, adjusted her 
glasses, and commenced by seeing him in a deep dark 
hole, with something hung up between himself and a 
pile of gold which he was trying to reach. She then 
kept on, and described a young girl, as she saw her. 


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65 


about twelve years of age, who was to be of future ser- 
vice to him or liis work. ‘‘And you will not get 
through with the partner you have now, either ! ” she 
said, decidedly. 

“ Well I was told that same thing about my last 
partner,” he muttered, half to himself and half aloud. 

“ What was his name ? ” she asked. 

“ What do you think ? ” he answered, Yankee 
fashion. 

“ I see a large W.,” she said musingly. 

“ Well that is right ; his name was Wheeler,” he re- 
plied. “ What do you think of him. 

“ I don’t know nothing about him,” said the old wo- 
man, cautiously ; “ but I see one very mean thing 
that he did.’’ 

“ You mean to say he is a dishonest man, then ? ” 
Mr. Marble said, for the sake of getting along faster. 

“ No I don’t,” she said fearfully; “ he is not dis- 
honest, but he took the advantage.” 

“ Well, never mind that, tell me about my present 
partner ; do you know liu name ? ” Marble said again, 
to turn the theme. 

“ I see the same large W.,” she said, but it looks 
finer and handsomer. 

“ Really, quite a complement ; anything more ? ” 

“ Yes ; I see a great deal of wood.” 

“ Well, that it is the land that I work on, — is it 
not?” 

“No; it is something in conection with your part- 
ner. I see him now. He is young — light-com- 


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plected for a black-eyed person. Tliere is something 
strange about his eyes ; they glare at me like coals of 
fire. He is not very handsome, but there is a taking 
way with him that makes the gentlefolks like him at 
first sight. Splendid young fellow, ah ! ” 

“ Yes,” said Marble, fine man ; is he not ? ” 

An Indian-like grunt escaped her, and she said, 
You have not told me what that wood means.” 

‘‘ Wood — why, it is his name — is it not ? ” 

‘‘ Yes, — I think so. It is gone now,” she said, 
and prepared to lay aside her stone. 

You spoke about his being young ; is he not old 
enough for that work ? ” Marble asked. 

‘H years he is,” she answered, moodily. 

Not old enough in business, then, you meant,” 
he continued. 

‘Hn iniquity, did you say ? ” she asked. 

Mr. M. saw he could get nothing more from her 
that day, and soon took his leave. 

‘‘Time passed. Mr. Marble’s confidence was be- 
trayed, and his plans frustrated. Mr. Wood took the 
whole responsibility upon himself, and tried to buy 
the rock. Finding he was foiled in this, he hired a 
man to go to work against Mr. Marble. In this he 
failed also, and, instead of getting the other half of the 
business, he lost the half he already had. After this, 
Mr. Marble had no more partners. The man Mr. 
W ood had hired kept on working there in his own em- 
23loy. Marble had built a small house for his own 
accommodation some time before, and one or another 


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of his or Mr. Wheeler’s family had done the work 
there, and kept them comfortable. Now the hired 
man offered to bring his wife there to reside, which he 
did a short time before Mr. Wood left. Mr. Marble’s 
family had been staying in the vicinity a while, but 
long before the cold weather they returned to their 
home in the interior, and nothing now remained to 
cheer the unbroken monotony of his way. The long, 
and chilling winter of the year eighteen hundred and 
fifty-five will be remembered a great while by the man 
whose work was to find a way to Dungeon Rock. 

With the summer came plenty aiul warmth again ; 
the little garden was planted, the carriage road laid 
out and built, where before there was scarcely a path ; 
a friend gave him two hundred dollars, to be refunded 
when he found himself able. With this he laid the 
foundation for a large stone building, to be erected in 
the octagon form, somewhat after the fishion of the 
gray and sombre Oriad. Then another person seem- 
ingly still more of a friend, was directed (also by the 
spirits) to forward two or three thousand dollars to 
have the work go on. This was a brilliant proposal ; 
but owing to some mismanagement or mistake it was 
never carried into effect. A short time before this a 
spring was discovered upon the low land near the rock, 
which proved to be a great curiosity. Then a small 
wooden house was erected, in addition to the one al- 
ready there, into which the remainder of Mr. Marble’s 
family, consisting of a wife and daughter, removed. 

Soon after this, a party of people from Charlestown 


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and Boston, wlio had lately become interested in the 
place, were there on a visit, when a medium being 
entranced, purported to speak from the spirit of Sir 
Walter Scott, and requested a lady wlio was present to 
make Mr. Marble a present, such as he (the spirit) 
would dictate. It afterwards came in the shape of 
a flag-staff, eighty feet in length, which was firmly 
planted in the place formerly excavated by the Hutch- 
insons. Then a flag with the apropriate inscription, 

Thy faith is founded on a rock,’' was raised upon 
it by the lady’s own hands. There was no fear of 
starvation that winter, but the snow was wondrously 
deep, and the hollows were piled softly up, almost 
even with the hill-tops. 

When the spring opened, company came thronging 
again to the rock, to see and hear all that was won- 
derful and strange ; for the popularity of the place had 
been steadily increasing, and the world is ever on the 
look-out for something new. All that spring and 
summer company and visitors, picnic parties and rela- 
tives, were coming in rapid succession, and no material 
change was made, either in the work or their way of 
life. 

Fresh, dreamy September, like a maiden just pass- 
ing from childhood to her teens, came softly on. 
There is but one more incident of interest to note ; 
that is, when the great philanthropist, and remarkable 
medium, John M. Spear, paid it a passing visit, in 
company with two or three other mediums. 

And now our history is finished. 


HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


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There is a small room, away in the very top of a 
block of buildings, where the sun beats scorch ingly 
down, and the dust whirls in clouds through the 
narrow street. And there, where affluence is un- 
known, and elegance unconsulted, — where no rich 
tapestry shields the artist’s easel from the light, — is a 
work of magic art and mystic mystery, which has been 
seen by hundreds, and will be by thousands. It is a 
rare bright picture — a childisli, dimjded face, with 
deep, wondrous blue eyes, and thick clustering curls ; 
one round arm is flung over the shaggy neck of a large 
black dog, as if to show how perfectly the spiritual 
part of nature can overcome the animal ; and the 
whole })icture represents some half-embodied ileal, 
which is in future years to become a reality. There 
are, undoubtedly, the touches of the old artists, Ben 
West, Raphael, and Angelo, about the work, and 
their power may not be yet extinct ; but the world is 
not ready for such ideas as yet ; it must receive the 
truth gradually. 

But, the picture of “ Natty, a spirit,” has nothing 
to do with our present work. It is its executor of 
whom we would speak. He is an artist of some cele- 
brity, and his painting of the spirit child has made him 
famous. He professes to have distinct visions of spirits 
in human form ; snatches of landscapes, birds, flowers, 
and, indeed, almost every thing tliat can be seen in 
the natural world. He is a reflective, and rather a 
peculiar man ; there are silvery threads in his hair, 
and furrows on his brow, as though he thought a 


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great deal. And he it is that has been chosen to do 
the work of planning and directing the laying out of 
Dungeon Pasture, which is to be called lowah a 
name which the red man gave it long ago, and which 
signifies I have found it.” 

The legend of that name is as follows : “ Several 

hundred years ago the united forces of pestilence, fam- 
ine, and war, had so reduced a large tribe of Indians, 
that only a very few remained, and, after calling a 
a council of their wisest men, these few determined to 
leave the home of their fathers and found a new set- 
tlement ; accordingly, they started through the track- 
less wild on their vague expidition ; they passed 

“ Through tangled Juniper, beds of reeds, 

Through many a fen where the serpent feeds, 

And man never trod before ; 

and at last came to the foot of a large hill, with an 
enormous ledge u|)on the top. Upon climbing this, 
they saw spread out before them a panoramic view of 
what they knew would prove a good hunting-ground, 
for it had forests f )r game and water for fish. Then 
a loud cry of lowah ! lowah ! ” made the welkin 
ring, and the whole party encamped that night in the 
large, open cave, before commencing their work. 
Tney called the river Sauguas, which means broad or 
extended, and when the tribe grew large and strono*, 
and reached away down to the great Father of 
Waters,” they called the two beaches Nahaiinte, which 
means, the brothers, or the twins. 

All this is to be revived again ; the woodland to be 


HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


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laid out in groves, and parks and forests ; the spring 
in the cave to be cleared again, and its brink bordered 
by marble slabs ; the ancient, scattered treasures 
will be gathered up, bright flashing diamonds, clear 
white seed pearls, with heavy gold settings, and 
antique jewelry and ornaments, that hav^e been a long 
time lying useless. The heavy iron-bound box, that 
was left there, has been disturbed and broken by the 
action of the earth, and its contents are now duly 
mixed up with e(|ual quantities of dirt, loose stones, 
and rubbish, which the water from the spring, all 
choked up as it is, has for the space of two hundred 
consecutive years been laving. There was once a 
case of silks left there, but, as the cave is not perfectly 
air and water tight, the probability is that, although 
they look the same as ever, there is not much dura- 
bility to them. The grave of Arabel, Veale levelled 
down, but the spot is still pointed out by mediums, and, 
although the tree under which Harris laid her has long 
since decayed, another has grown up very near where 
that was supposed to stand, which is now in the centre 
of a thriving garden. 

Cathrin’s sepulchre is the “ rock of ages,” and 
traces of her remains will be found upon one of the 
shelving places in the cave. The child was buried, 
but 

“The string of pearls and tlie lock of hair, 

And the ring of gold that it used to wear,” 

will be found by Cathrin’s side, where Veale, with 
his superstitious reverence, placed them. 


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The cave will be found in two separate apartments, 
beside the entrance, which clairvoyant mediums see 
as another room. Veale himself, or rather his bones, 
will be found in the outer, or largest room, together 
with the remains of his shoemaking tools. The 
other contents of the rock we leave for time to dis- 
cover, and the sagacity of the Excavator ” to make 
known. 

The medium that Madame Larnphier saw four years 
ago, at the age of twelve, has been employed more or 
less, for five or six w^eeks past, in writing this little 
w^ork, which we now send on its way, without a fear 
that its mission will ever be unacomplished. The time 
for all things to be done is ordered; and when we 
have said all that can be known about such a place as 
Dungeon Rock, there still remains one question un- 
answered — one doubt unremoved. Time alone can 
verify what hundreds have told, either by impression, 
clairvoyance, or eritrancement, that there still remains 
a cave there, and that the present laborer, Mr. Hiram 
Marble, otherwise known as the Excavator, shall be 
the one to discover it. 


LINES COMMUNICATED TO A CIRCLE AT DUNGEON ROCK, 
FEBRUARY 22, d 1856. 


Far away from the voice of the rolling sea 
A noble banner is waving free, 

With its motto of blue on a pure white ground, 
And a single stripe of scarlet around. 

America’s tri-color, red, white, and blue. 

Flutters softly there all the long day through. 

On the high, firm rock, ’bove the grassy strand. 
With its heavy brace, does the flag-staff stand ; 
While not far down the on the rough hill’s side 
Is the small, rude cot, where the workers abide. 
We know, ere the cold winter flitted o’er. 

That want peered in through the open door ; 

But hearts were willing to boldly strive. 

And hope and faith kept the soul alive ; 

So, spite of famine’s half-looked-for shock. 

The work still prospered in Dungeon Rock. 
Strong hands kept picking the stone chips out. 
And forcing the long, circuitous route; 

Strong hearts were waiting, for well they knew 
7"hat the summer would bring them enough to do. 
With curious eyes, and a curious name. 

Or open purses and open fame. 

But the stranger’s scorn and the stranger’s love 
Were never valued true friends above. 

Years pass like the hours of a summer day. 

And leave no memento to mark their stay. 


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We have told of the faith in the Rock alive 
In the year eighteen hundred and fifty-five. 

Let us turn time’s current, and backward go, 

And see what new wonders her book will show. 

By skipping two centuries, just to derive 
The knowledge of sixteen fifty-five. 

There’s still a dark wood, and a winding stream. 
Where the cold, bright stars, and the moon’s pale beam. 
Light up a low path, by the underbrush hid. 

And gild the smooth plate on the coffer’s dull lid. 
There are hurrying footsteps and stifled tones 
In that lonely ravine of earth and stones ; 

’Tis the hiding-place of a pirate band. 

Who came from a distant, brilliant land. 

And their burden of spoils from the broad, high seas 
They have borne to that forest of woodland trees. 
Where the wild wolf howls in his dismal den 
Or makes his home in that pirate’s glen. 

They are startled now, those men so brave. 

And are taking their treasure to Dungeon Cave. 
Away through the woods that once skirted the vale 
They had made for themselves an invisible trail ; 
And, now that the night was so dark and still. 

They were moving their spoils from the glen to the hill. 
An iron bound box, with its shining gold. 

And a limestone fossil, pure and cold. 

On its soft, white cotton, was resting there. 

Treasured with superstitious care. 

There are noble hearts in that lonely home. 

And Harris, the leader, is soon to come. 

They hear him now, as they firmly tread 


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O^er the fallen leaves and the flowers dead : 

“Halt” — the low, deep summons is soon obeyed, 
And Harris moves out from the tall tree’s shade. 
There’s a light in his eye, and a stern command 
In the haughty wave of his ungloved hand. 

As he lifts the cap from his high, white brow, 

And says, “My men, be ready now. 

Have you ta’en the strong box from the vessel’s hold. 
And well secured it, with all its gold 
Have you counted the diamonds we stole fom the berth 
Of the fair Cristelle, on that night of mirth? 

Have you closed my coffers ? In short, my men. 
Have you cleared all the trash from our silent glen ? 
For I have an inkling, from what I have heard. 

By the foundry, to-night, that the settlers have stirred, 
And will soon be for finding the men of ease. 

That dare to murder on God’s high seas.” 

“VVe have moved them all,” was the men’s reply. 

As Harris gazed at the moonlit sky; 

“ We have moved them all ; but what, your honor, 
Shall we do, to-night, with our fair Madonna? 

Shall we leave her alone in the glen to abide? 

Will she make for Sir Wolf a fitting bride ? 

Or, will she tell tales when they come to look? 

For I’ll risk a woman to find our nook.” 

“ Peace ! ” thundered Harris, “and no more fun ; 

Ye are seven in number, in purpose one.” 

He added, more kindly, “ But now, move on. 

For to-night our labor must all be done.” 

Then he quickly turned toward the lonely glen, 

And left in the darkness that band of men. 

We can tell no more. But the lady fair, 


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HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


Ere the next day's sunshine reached her there, 

Had followed the winding, woody road. 

And found on the hill-side a new abode. 

At noon she saw from the high cave door, 

A party of men and torches four 

Creep slowly in through the tangled green, 

Where the pirate robbers had last been seen. 

Three times did the lady fair look down ; 

Three sunsets she saw on that little town ; 

Then she rested her fair, pale face alone. 

By the cool, bright spring in the hollowed stone ; 
And that night, when the pirates came home 
from the dell. 

They buried the form of proud Arabel. 

Then years passed on and and another bride 
Blessed the cavern home on the high hill-side ; 

But the pirates were traced to their home by the sea. 
And, of all the seven, there escaped but three. 

One of these fled to his rocky home, 

And dared not away from the cave to roam. 

But the merry Cathrin, the pirates bride. 

Mourned out her young life, that year, and died. 

And the sturdy Veale, who could ever bear 
The darkest storm of both sea and air. 

Became a coward, and dared not brave 
The suspicious look of a lowly grave. 

So he carefully laid that form of clay 
On a shelving rock in the cave away ; 

And he flung the pure folds of her own white dress 
O’er her marble brow, in that dark recess. 

Then he wandered on, and lived and grew. 

Like the rest of Lynn people, tied to a shoe ; 


HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


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For he dared not betray the gold, so bright, 

Lest he should be murderd, some silent night. 

But, at last, the great earth felt the earthquake’s shock, 
And Veale was immured in the prison rock. 

Then time fled on, and the silent life 
Of nature alone by the rock was rife ; 

Till the baby city had a regular blow. 

Which shattered the stones to their base so low, 

And rattled them down till they closed the mouth 
Wnich the earthquake had left toward the sunny south 
The good effects which this blowing made 
Were to use the powder, and help the trade. 

Then again was the solitude deep and still, 

By the pirate glen, on Dungeon Hill. 

But curious minds spied the legends out. 

And a new scene of labor was brought about. 

A mesmeric lady, of wondrous fame. 

And a band of brothers, with as wide a name, 
Became interested, and tried for a while 
The rocks of the Dungeons high roof to unpile. 

But, though they grew faint, we believing ones say 
That Jesse the talented, Jesse the gay. 

The brother that shone, ere he passed from sight. 
Like a trammeled star of unbounded might. 

This scene of his labor has not forgot. 

But is lingering still round the lonely spot. 

Where the brothers shall some time again unite. 

And sing foe the dungeon with all their might 
The good they did is, that the heavy bole 
Of the flag-staff rests low in the Hutchinson hole. 
Then, again, the excitement of Dungeon Rock 
Forgot to be the general every-day talk ; 


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And the forest was valued, like other land, 

For the visible worth on its rocky strand. 

For long, long years was the silence unbroke. 

Save the owlet’s dull hoot, or the woodpecker’s stroke 
But, lo ! the hill-side must once and again 
Be made to resound to the works of men 
And a long, dark cavern tells half the fears 
And all the hopes of long, weary years. 

Now, onward we go, for a century more, 

To tell of the change that has flitted o’er. 

There are lofty mansions, and spacious domes. 

And silvery fountains, and pleasant homes ; 

There are green, bright trees, and flowers gay. 

Where now the dark forests so gloomily sway; 

And, most of all, is an open cave. 

And a clear, pure spring the gray rocks lave ; 

And the plate-glass protects, without hiding a room. 
Where the relics of age and piratical gloom 
Are treasured in safety, not for their worth. 

But because they had rested so long in the earth; 
And the brilliant oxygen light at night 
Half shames the moon, with its pure, pale light. 
While a painted balloon, with its rubber case. 

Floats gracefully down to its proper place. 

As though it were waiting the moment when 
It could fly far away ’bove the homes of men. 

And be guided with equal precision arjd ease 
As far or as near as the rider may please. 

And the flag-staff glows with its highland plaid, 

With which the painter the bare stick clad ; 

While high ’bove the earth, in his own free pride. 


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79 


Is old Red Jacket standing, his bow beside, 

And carelessly pointing to those below 

The way the wild winds in the cloud regions blow; 

And the gay, pure flag, with its tri-colors bright, 

Is floating now in the morning light ; 

But around the bright scarlet, that was once its edge, 

Is a border of flowers ’bove the rocky ledge; 

’Tis England’s emblem, the roses bright, 

And Scotia’s thistle, pale, green, and white; 

The shamrock, that Erin’s children love, 

And the iris and fuschia that droop above. 

All these shall be gathered together there, 

While the workers faint not on the hillside bare ; 
And, at last, when the triumph is made complete, . 
Shall be woven together these flowers sweet; 

And hundreds and thousands yet shall see 
The flower-bordered banner waving free. 

And now I have finished this history true 
Of the present, the past, and the future, too ; 

And all ye great world, whether timid or brave. 

Look out for the next news from Dungeon Cave. 

Enesee. 


CONCLUSION. 


Again the hand of time has made its mark in and 
around Dungeon Rock. Twenty-eight years have 
come and gone since this little book first went on its 
mission, and with them, many of those most inter- 
ested in the progress and prosperity of the work and 
workers at the cave, have passed on to spirit life. 
One only, of the little family yet lives. Far away in 
the sunny South-west, in her own home, the first to 
say farewell to home and loved ones. Next the gentle, 
kind-hearted wife and mother, w^as called aw^ay by 
death’s relentless hand. The father and son still held 
steadfast to their faith, working winters and attending 
to visitors during the summer and autumn months. 
Friends alw^ays came in times of need, and Avhen hope 
was ready to give way to doubt, and when hands and 
hearts grew weary with their labors, some cheering 
message from the other side, or the fulfilment of a long 
ago communication, gave them new courage and ener- 
gy, and thus the w^ork continued. The father’s health 
had been gradually failing, and in 1868 he joined the 
spirit band without having reached the cave occupied 
by the pirates, though quite a cave had been made by the 
excavators, and a huge pile of stone near by gave ample 
proof of the unwavering purpose of this man’s life for 


HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


8i 


nearly twenty years. Intelligent, energetic and cap- 
able, sharp and clear-sighted, with a vein of humor, and 
pleasing manner, he w'elcomed all to his humble abode, 
whether believer or skeptic, with the same good 
natured, honest expressions of interest and assurance 
in th^ work, that he fully believed was given him to 
do by disembodied spirits, receiving, as he sometimes 
said all things as compliments, whether donations of 
money, provisions, or a profusion of wordy advice or 
ridicule. He had many firm friends, who were ever 
ready to lend their assistance in life, and in his death 
missed the companionship of a good and upright man. 

Thus Hiram Marble, the Excavator, finds rest from 
his labors, and his inanimate form is placed beside that 
of his wife in the little church-yard of his native town 
in western Massachusetts. 

The little house under the rock has now but two 
occupants. Edwin, first mentioned in the history as 
a youth of twenty, now takes up the the task alone. 
A small, delicate man, with clear light blue eyes, 
light brown hair and a face white and fair as a woman’s ; 
honest, credulous and hopeful, he has the will but 
not the strength to cope long with that hard unyield- 
ing stone, yet the thought of abandoning the work is 
not tolerated for a single moment, and every year the 
pile of stone outside is heaped higher, and the route of 
the excavation becomes longer, deeper and more circuit- 
ous ; and, alas ! each year the excavator grows weaker 
and more feeble and less able to carry on the work. 
More rooms have been added to the house, but the octa- 


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HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


gon foundation is now only a ruin. The interest is still 
kept up and many visitors come every year and all 
go away well pleased that they have spent an hour in 
this quiet spot, around which there hangs a mystery. 

Early in the winter of 1879 Mr. Marble contemplated 
visiting his relatives and friends in the West, but in- 
stead thereof, he started on that journey from wtience 
no traveler returns, — in the body — and one bright 
day, in the middle of January 1880, the last good byes 
were spoken and his grave was made by the side of 
the rock, just above the house where he spent more 
than half of his earthly existance. 

There is little change in the place since then ; the 
faces of strangers are seen in the places where the vis- 
itors of long ago saw, perhaps, those described in these 
pages ; but they will give you a welcome, kind as ever, 
and try always to make your visit pleasant. The old 
platform, where there has been much merry-making, 
has been replaced by a larger and better one. The 
old flag-staff has long since blown down. 

The cave, or excavation, is now nearly two hundred 
feet through and seventy-five feet below the entrance, 
and well worthy a visit from all who can find oppor- 
tunity for such a pleasure. It teaches a lesson of faith 
— not without works — then the view from the top 
of the rock is beyond all description. ; far as the eye 
can reach, from the dome of the state house in Boston 
on the right, to Marblehead and Salem on the left, 
with a full view of the harbor even to Minot’s light, 
with its beaches and islands, its steamers and sail-boats, 


HISTORY OF DUNGEON ROCK. 


83 


its constant trains of cars passing and repassing along 
the beach, the electric lights and Japanese illuminations 
at the Point of Pines, are all plainly visible, and make 
a grand and majestic panorama, while the nearer view 
is still more picturesque and lovely. The song en- 
titled “ America” best describes ones feelings as they 
look around them from that point. The tall pines, the 
giant oaks and walnuts, the graceful cedars, with ash 
and hemlocks mingling with the monster gray boulders, 
forming beautifully contrasting colors and shades, in 
the sunlight, or the gray morn or eventide, while the 
shimmering light upon Saugus river and the sheeny 
blue of the Ocean contrast strangely with the large, 
smooth-faced sheet of water directly in front and just be- 
low, which just now is over-running its banks on every 
side, while a hundred little brooks and rivulets are 
hurrying and tumbling over their rocky beds to offer 
their tribute to Breeds Pond, that the people of Lynn 
may drink and not thirst. Around this beautiful 
pond is a shady, winding road, that is named Dungeon 
Rock Avenue, and leads directly to the rock from the 
city, while beyond and around are hundreds of acres 
of hills and valleys and mountains and glens, rocks and 
ravines. 

The scenery is wild and romantic in the extreme, 
and a society, calling themselves Foresters, have 
formed for the purpose of purchasing and holding these 
granite hills for public use to be kept as a perpetual 
forest, that all may have the pleasure of visiting the wild 
woods, and this inside the city limits of Lynn and 


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within a dozen miles of Boston. Dungeon Rock, or 
the Visitor’s Resort is in the midst of this quiet splendor, 
this silent temple, with its many spires and altars. 
It is accessable by the Myrtle Street horse cars, or 
addressing Dungeon Rock, Lynn Mass., parties will 
be conveyed direct from any part of the city, and 
can spend an hour of pleasure and profit and judge for 
themselves of all that has been said and written of this 
quiet, lovely spot and w^onder who next will have the 
faith, courage and opportunity to go on with this 
strange work, and add to the monument that two good 
men have created to faith in the immortality of the 
soul and a life beyond the grave. 




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